Homage lyrics

[Intro]
Couldn’t wait to tell you dawg I couldn’t wait to tell you
You feel me, I feel you
Let’s do it

[Verse 1]
I couldn’t wait to tell you this peak go for 22
Bring it down to 2 racks if it's all there and you grab a few
This ain’t no average sh*t these b*tches know I ain’t no average dude
I’ll give you some help, I’ll give you a check you don’t gotta ask me to
I got the respect I wrote down in raps my sh*t that actually do
These n*ggas they thought when I got a check I wasn’t gon act brand new
Al died now Greg too, [???] a pill for the bad news
Hope I heal from these bad wounds
Ma smoking wet bad fume
Got my dawg Reem tattooed
n*ggas get a moment to at new
n*ggas buy a O wit they last [???]
Started off broke you could ask Coop
n*ggas act the F on they last suit
Took a V check now I can’t move
Ain’t nobody check that I can’t move
If you want angles we gon shoot
Even when it's painful i’m gon do it
Even when they change I stay loyal
Gotta move right my name on it, sh*t i’m always spittin this pain on it
I was raised in it I came from it
Up and high and I ain’t even pay homage
I been high, I been high
[Chorus]
Ready for these n*ggas to pay homage, ready for these n*ggas to pay
Ready for these b*tches to pay homage, ready for these b*tches to pay
Ready for these n*ggas to pay, ready for these b*tches to pay
Ready for these n*ggas to pay homage, ready for these n*ggas to pay
Ready for these b*tches to pay homage, ready for these b*tches to pay
Ready for these n*ggas to pay homage ready for these n*ggas to pay
Ready for these n*ggas to pay, ready for these b*tches to pay
Ready for these n*ggas to pay homage ready for these n*ggas to pay


[Verse 2]
I couldn’t wait to tell you I found someone with a script
He want 18 a pill but trust me dawg his sh*t legit
And backup bonnies that was [???] and ain’t have a [???]
Look at me hopping outta beamers I think i’m the sh*t
My self esteem went to the ceiling when I got some chips
This a new year and imma kill em dawg I got this sh*t
There’s n*ggas doing 10 to 20 wish that I drop my sh*t
There’s n*ggas who ain’t got no money wish I drop my sh*t
They know the come ups real they seen when I was pot like sh*t
Ain’t in my feelings f*ck all that I got some guap to get
She in her feelings and call back after I popped that b*tch
Young Kur been running this for years and I still got it lit
I’m talking shoot at grandma crib I got no time to diss
I’ll bag this b*tch if she from west I always buy her kicks
Quick to ignore these b*tches text when they start having fits
f*ck it i’m about to flex and have them mad as sh*t
[Chorus]
Ready for these n*ggas to pay homage, ready for these n*ggas to pay
Ready for these b*tches to pay homage, ready for these b*tches to pay
Ready for these n*ggas to pay, ready for these b*tches to pay
Ready for these n*ggas to pay homage, ready for these n*ggas to pay
Ready for these b*tches to pay homage, ready for these b*tches to pay
Ready for these n*ggas to pay homage ready for these n*ggas to pay
Ready for these n*ggas to pay, ready for these b*tches to pay
Ready for these n*ggas to pay homage ready for these n*ggas to pay
Ready for em all