Honey and Pain

[Verse 1: Stogie T]
Eah
You can get stung for honey
It's the water, the drink but still the shit you drown in
Two sides of the coin, keep metal for money
The shit tucked in his back settle all that are fronting
I'm where the bull shit turn to manure, no farming
Had to shake the shit off, where we grew up they sling onions
No tears, when you cut up you keep running
Suck it up, if you check our moves we're kings from it
This African wrestle lions
I rock fur, put that puss in boots, now I'm watching it purr
Apple bottoms up top she got a perfect pair
All the stares in the world couldn't scuff my pair
Life ain't fair, you can kiss the ground and the ring
Think it's a breeze? That's only 'cause the pendulum swing
This is honey and pain, both struggle and gain
Gold mining in vain, if you can't shower in a chain
Okay?

[Chorus: Mike Classic]
I got these wings on my feet I swear
'Til you see them girls creep out here
This money take me anywhere
I go, I go
I pray to God to take me far from here
Champagne on her titties (yeah, yeah)
Switching lanes with my niggas (yeah, yeah)
Coming from the bottom, make it rain (yeah, yeah)
That's why I mix the honey with the pain (yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: Stogie T]
Now while you black folks brown-nose yellow bones
I'm chasing green dough, stack it like white folk
Dry white season no black in the rainbow
Flash floods see the settlements go AWOL
Sicker than AIDS wards
Black-balled by the system
At the bottom of the pool like 8-ball
Still hurt bro, tryna paint the town red
But light green mean we puffing this purple
Our folks running in circles
Yeah they can't scrub the bill still stuck in this hell hole
'Cause reptiles go Judas over silver
Cross you for a profit like Moses split the river
Tall grass more slither
Follow ass for the ping
All she want is gold, baby blew her chance with a pimp
Short motherfucker, how he rose from the sticks?
Fam alarm get the flowers, enemies get the prick
Prick

[Chorus: Mike Classic]
I got these wings on my feet I swear
'Til you see them girls creep out here
This money take me anywhere
I go, I go
I pray to God to take me far from here
Champagne on her titties (yeah, yeah)
Switching lanes with my niggas (yeah, yeah)
Coming from the bottom, make it rain (yeah, yeah)
That's why I mix the honey with the pain (yeah, yeah)

[Refrain]
(Honey with the pain)
That's why I mix the
(Honey with the pain)
That's why I mix the honey with the pain (yeah, yeah)

[Outro]
That's why I mix the
That's why I mix the honey with the pain (yeah, yeah)
That's why I mix the
That's why I mix the honey with the pain (yeah, yeah)