Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song For Honor , by - Fly Union. Release date: 02.07.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
For Honor |
| Yeah |
| Alright |
| Uh |
| Me and my niggas live and die for honor |
| But a nigga 'bout cried when I face your honor |
| Real niggas don’t cry, I was raised like that |
| But a nigga tell a lie to keep his pride intact |
| But I’m on some this is me |
| And I’m on some fuck that |
| I’m a man, when I leave |
| I ain’t never coming back |
| But the way a nigga think |
| Put him right back in the trap |
| Everything they came and took |
| This is how we get it back |
| Uh |
| Me and my niggas never cry about a dollar |
| But fight over a dollar if you take bread from my mouth or pockets |
| I got homies sitting on meals like it’s food in they chair |
| I tell 'em don’t pass the bread |
| Gotta make my own ends |
| All my niggas, I’m inspired by them |
| I’m from the ground up like lightning |
| Until it’s a piece for the whole team like the Vikings |
| No money, mo' problems but you can’t throw bread at it |
| This ain’t a food fight it’s real life |
| Real like the shit I don’t write |
| God damn, my life, my sins |
| On a never ending mission, just to get these ends |
| Real niggas don’t die, we multiply by ten |
| I pray to Lord, bless my soul for my sins, amen |
| I’m just layin' back (back) |
| In the cut (cut) |
| Blowin' O’s (O's) |
| I finally arrive (arrive) |
| These hoes see me, they hit the flo' |
| My nigga I’m good (good) |
| So good, I’m good to go |
| Real life shit, day and night |
| Jokes on you, we still alive |
| Hell of a man |
| Grandson, second to my father |
| Ain’t a nigga like me, still missing my mother |
| Wish y’all niggas could see, my caller ID |
| How thirty thousand dollars just pop on this screen |
| Shit, seven million dollars for a view you can’t see |
| And they still wonder why them niggas trying to be we |
| That’s me and my niggas |
| Y’all niggas gone see |
| How this 20/20 vision got 'em paying these fees |
| Uh |
| NY summers, LA winters, Miami nights, celebratory dinners |
| We in Zuma talking life |
| Gold bottle, bucket of ice |
| Made it this far |
| This something right, now I gotta do it twice |
| Fuck ya life |
| It’s been like that for a while |
| Niggas ain’t fucking with it |
| Cause it no niggas allowed |
| Only women, no pictures allowed |
| No talking allowed |
| These niggas running they mouth |
| Till you run in they mouth |
| Now what we talking about |
| We out here |
| My niggas no turning back |
| Till death do us part |
| Cut from the same cloth |
| Niggas gone hate |
| Nothing to it |
| I wish 'em well |
| Never let 'em tell you how to live |
| Do what you feel |
| Motivation, told my fam', be patient |
| On my way in a minute |
| Can’t complain, cause I live it |
| So much pain, but I get it |
| Another lane, then I switched it |
| In the paint, post and pivot |
| Fuck if they don’t see my vision |
| Uh |