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For Honor
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Hip-Hop/Rap
For Honor was released on July 3, 2014 by The Greater Than Club as a part of the album Small Victories
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Release DateJuly 3, 2014
LabelThe Greater Than Club
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM70

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Credits

Lyrics

Yeah, right
Me and my **** live and die for honor
But a **** 'bout cry when I fake your honor
Real **** don't cry, I was raised like that
But a **** 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 **** think put him right back in the trap
Everything they came and took, this just how we get it back
Uh, me and my **** 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 ****, I'm inspired by them
I'm from the ground up like lightnin'
Until it's AP's for the whole team like the Vikings
No money, more 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 **** don't die, we multiply by ten
I pray the Lord bless my soul for my sins, amen
I'm just laying back (Back), in the cut (Cut), blowing O's (O's)
I finally arrived (Arrived), these hoes see me, they hit the floor
My ****, I'm good (Good), so good, I'm good to go
Real life shit, day and night, jokes on you, we still alive
Yeah, right
Hell of a man, grandson, second to my father
Ain't a **** like me, still missing my mother
Wish y'all **** 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 **** tryna be we
That's me and my **** y'all **** gon' see
How this 20/20 vision got 'em paying these fees
Yeah, uh
NY summers, LA winters, Miami nights, celebratory dinners
We in Zuma talking life
Gold bottle, bucket of ice
Made it this far
Did something right, now I gotta do it twice
Fuck your life, it's been like that for a while
**** ain't fucking with it 'cause it's no **** allowed
Only women, no pictures allowed
No talking allowed, these **** running they mouth
'Til you run in they mouth, now what we talking about?
We out here, my ****, no turning back
'Til death do us part, cut from the same cloth
**** gon' 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
'Nother lane, then I switched it
In the paint, post and pivot
Fuck if they don't see my vision, uh
Written by: Ivan Houpe, Jerreau Andre Smith, Jonathan Tribune
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