Your Honor

Ain't no (ahem), yeah Ain't no question how I'm coming, super trendy Went from dirty ass clothes, had to up my image I was broke for a minute and had to fix it Had to clean myself off, like I'm washing dishes I ain't superstitious, but my intuition Telling me that I can't be stopped I talk to God, not a lot, but he know my heart good In my life I did a lot of wrong In that water I swam with them sharks good Had to learn to survive I made some ties, with some real niggas Watch the fake ones divide That was an eye opener I ain't got time to discuss nothing but business Don't ever hit my line, asking me about bitches Niggas in they feelings, typing in their mentions Bout to make me drop a ticket The hype was strictly for those people, I don't have restrictions All though I'm the sickest, drippy individual To ever touch the mic coming out the 'sippi You can believe it or not like Ripley's My talent a given They not gon' really believe Until they see the whole team pulling up in Bentleys Oh they want the real? I got 'em For my shit ain't plastic, my girl be the baddest, making it hot like a sauna I do it with passion step up in the booth And I'm speaking the truth your honor Slight dripping in Faragamo Where you going? On the way to the commas Everyday I see progression in myself Talk right into the mic and I watch it melt It's like me telling the world how I feel Cause I know it's gon' happen, I get the chills When the system trying to hang you, Emmett Till Feel like I'm the voice of my hood So I don't got no choice, but to keep it real I always stick to the code I never squeal Remember we used to play on the hill How we come from hooping and drug deals Can't lie, when I smoke weed the pain heal It still hurt my heart momma ain't here Always gotta keep it strong, can't shed a tear Gotta ball for my brothers, like Cavaliers I'm LeBron, the year of the championship Picture me rolling, like Pac, up in my whip Niggas stagnant can't throw it in second gear I seen that the throne was vacant I took it there Know I'm righteous, any pass I intercept like T-Mo when I'm up in the backfield Take a kneel, I slight drippin in Faragmo Imma kill niggas in everyway I don't like to drink, but when I do I f*ck with Crown Apple not no Dussee (fact doe, fact doe fact doe) Oh they want the real? I got 'em For my shit ain't plastic, my girl be the baddest, making it hot like a sauna I do it with passion step up in the booth And I'm speaking the truth your honor Slight dripping in Faragamo Where you going? On the way to the commas Oh they want the real? I got 'em For my shit ain't plastic, my girl be the baddest, making it hot like a sauna I do it with passion step up in the booth And I'm speaking the truth your honor Slight dripping in Faragamo Where you going? On the way to the commas (On the way to the racks)