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Homage
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Johnson
Michael Johnson
Songwriter
Gerald K Sheppard
Gerald K Sheppard
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Swaves
Swaves
Producer
MixedbyGWhite
MixedbyGWhite
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Ain't no lies, I'm the truth, I'm an honest nigga What goes around, comes around, that's karma nigga Put the city on my back, on my momma nigga I was born a black king, paid homage nigga Versace frames playboy, these ain't Ray Bans Heart of gold, warrior soul, equals a great man I got a date with destiny, no time to make plans I'm ridin' with the same niggas, ain't no time to make friends I started at the beginning, but just to make ends And when you true to yourself, no need to chase trends My youngins tag your whip and I ain't talkin' bout no spray cans Low profile, in a drop top, grey Benz Pour liquor for the soldiers that done passed away Gotta put some cash away, we hustle at a faster pace Feds lurk, move the stash away Ride clean on a Saturday, ride clean on the factories Full charge like a battery, can't fool me with flattery Fine art like a gallery, goin' hard for my salary Calculatin' my strategy, I don't know why you mad at me You niggas got the audacity, master room with the master key Address me as your majesty Ain't no lies, I'm the truth, I'm an honest nigga What goes around comes around, that's karma, nigga Put the city on my back, on my mama, nigga I was born a black king, pay homage, nigga Ain't no lies, I'm the truth, I'm an honest nigga What goes around comes around, that's karma, nigga Put the city on my back, on my mama, nigga I was born a black king, pay homage, nigga Always go harder than the last time Go harder just to pass time Life's a bitch and I'm speedin', so I bought her ass a fast ride In this race, niggas burnt out like they hit the glass pipe I need my money stacked higher than Len Bias on draft night Long as my fam good, and my cash right My niggas straight and the camp tight We gon' be lit like a lamplight Tint on the whip like a campsite Killin' these niggas by landslide Y'all really believe in these damn lies From rappers who wanna be bad guys Who walk in the dark with a flashlight But claim that they livin' the trap life Where's the proof I bring it every time when I step in the booth GEE$ never lie when he's spittin' the truth Three set the tone when he sent me the loop Prayed for some luck and they sent me a coupe Straight motivation when I spit to the youth Gotta make a play, so I give him the deuce Keep up the pace, these niggas confused Look on their face when I give them the news They slick in the face and the feelin' is blue Arrive at the wake just to give you balloons Never in your life try to play me a fool Couldn't walk a mile if they gave you my shoes Couldn't face me if they made it to Zoom I break them every time when they gave me the rules Ain't no lies, I'm the truth, I'm an honest nigga What goes around comes around, that's karma, nigga Put the city on my back, on my mama, nigga I was born a black king, pay homage, nigga Ain't no lies, I'm the truth, I'm an honest nigga What goes around comes around, that's karma, nigga Put the city on my back, on my mama, nigga I was born a black king, pay homage, nigga
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