Anthony Kannon - Honey

I was dirt poor, hitting plays because I needed money
Batch after batch coming through, keep it coming
Shorty was the light in the tunnel, and she sweet as honey
I can't trust a bitch, if she always keeping secrets from me
I'm just here for the show
I'm a decade in, how many years can I go
They scared, I can tell, I hear the fear in his tone
I stepped in the game, now I feel like I'm home
AK on the decorated mantle
Don't risk it, you don't ever take a gamble
Time to separate the men from the boys, send him up to heaven-he a angel
You don't wanna see the body, change the channel
Hit the party in a flannel, this a black a designer from the west coast
Break the fast lane and hit the nas like Esco
Rappers all fake, but you believe it cuz he said so
Leave niggas chilling in a box, like my retros
New York, but it's upstate-not metro
Customers, might pull up smelling like meth smoke
Mattress on the floor, and I slept until the bed broke
Coke in the walls, can't name somebody less dope
My stomach caved in, all you feel is pain
Walked downtown with a duffle in the rain
Still get surprised, momma look what I became
My stomach caved in, all you feel is pain
Walked downtown with a duffle in the rain
Still get surprised, momma look what I became
I got a pre rolled spliff for when I finish verses
Japanese whiskey in the cup, feel the liquor burning
I was cold in the winter hurting
Now it's five star restaurants, the dinner service was picture perfect
Kill a rapper, have the pastor talking whipping hearses
Cops told me wait, I'm just sitting nervous
But they'll never get a guilty verdict
Bitch I was broke, at the crib with no soap, using dish detergent
Old money, I got bands in the stash
Plus a gram and a half for every fan that you have
Cant take a L, I understand why you mad
Defeat got cut, like I'm standing on glass
I made music with the rookies and the legends
Smoking in the stu, I brought some cookies to the session
Pistol on his waist, he ain't looking for a weapon
Shawty kept handing out that pussy, now she pregnant
I do it for the ones without a voice
And the hustlers on the block without a choice
In the ambulance listening to Royce
I thought that I would die, all praise to god
My stomach caved in, all you hear is pain
Walked downtown with a duffle in the rain
And I still get surprised

Written by:
Anthony Henry

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