Honor Roll

[Intro]
They have faith in the nigga, no
They just want to ride the wave with the nigga, no

[Verse 1]
But we gon’ drown [?] no debating that
I be quick to run the score up like I’m padding stats
I’m getting back to watch this shit come fast
And I be “damn, I’m on my last”
‘Member momma getting mad, found out I was skipping class
But that GER don’t pay like GSE, so it was that
Pops saying “son be patient, you got hung up on some cash
But let me hear you with them shits, then boy you know that that’s your ass”
And I’m like “pops, relax. You know I ain't on that”
Then hang the phone up grab some mac
I’m finna shoot to cap too many niggas
Plotting God a watch my fucking back
But them CC’s coming soon, yeah you know I plotted this for that
Used to make the honor roll now they on it when I roll
Mobbing with my fucking hoes

[Hook]
Cooling, but in stealth mode
Double C I can't go, no
God bless the child that can hold his own shit
They can't stand to see me gleam, but they ride my fucking dick
Cooling, but in stealth mode
Double C I can't go, no
God bless the child that can hold his own shit
They can't stand to see me gleam, but they ride my fucking dick

[Verse 2]
Now we been out here all day trynna get it, scrape it up
I been calling all my plays like I’m coaching from the court
[?] said you want the beamer
Got it then it break the fork
But I been stacking with the team, like I think this shit might work
She want parts of our world, I might give her ass that work
Told her put it in her pants cause ya know they check ya shirt
Stay my ass on 43 with the work I never swerve
Glock texts with the beam like we going through the purp
Never missing, got to show them what the fuck this fucking lane’s about
All about precision like a fucking pitcher at the mound
Either you support it or you gonna be a witness now
Got your bitch all on me she be calling when she kick you out
Asking what I mix some shit that driving dedication
Now I never send the addy steady sending my location
Will spark shit?
I don’t know
Don’t catch no feelings, just fuck and go
And we gon’ smoke ‘til we off ten toes
Keep telling each other we gon’ be good
But don’t it feel good just to smoke in the hood
Bitch I’m relaxed cause I know it’s my hood

[Outro]
They have faith in a nigga, no
They just want to ride the wave with the nigga, no