Honey Testo

My arms are always open
Your fears always rollin'
And they deep and you can't control it
What you want, what you want, emotion?
My arms are always open
Your fears always rollin'
And they deep and you can't control it
What you want, what you want, emotion?

I need a step out with no frustration I need a permanent getaway vacation
They got a permanent hit-list my nigga
A million reasons to get rich my nigga
Fifty did it right

I could've been homeless
I thought I moved too often this for the Summer
I could've been homeless
Before I had to go, I had a course

A million reasons to get rich my nigga
A million reasons to get rich my nigga
A million reasons to get rich my nigga

My people still dry snitchin' whenever they touch the mic
That's what happens when a therapist isn't somewhere in sight
Take flight, never lean to the left or the right
'Cause they turn the other cheek when our niggas start to die
When our women start to die, when our children start to die
I don't feel the empathy, we made the space too many times Every summer in this city start to feel like Columbine
'Cause you got to get yours, and I got to get mine
One time for the paragon to the paradigm
When you underground nigga only try to undermine
Use the track as a gymnasium to get into the stadium
They couldn't match my alien, I'm blowing like uranium

One time for the—
One time—
One time— (nigga)
One time— (nigga)
One time— (nigga)
One t—
(Nigga)
(Nigga)
(Nigga)
A million reasons to get rich my nigga
Fifty did it right, Fifty did it right
Wish I could call every successful rapper for advice
How the fuck do I make this shit last my whole life?
Do y'all want to come to the concert tonight?

Fifty did it right, Fifty did it right
Wish I could call every successful rapper for advice
How the fuck do I make this shit last my whole life?
Do y'all want to come to the concert tonight?
(Nigga)
(Nigga)
(Nigga)
(Nigga)

Tuggin' on my pinky ring, smelling like chrysanthemum
I just want that, I just want that, I just want that, I just want that
Tuggin' on my pinky ring, smelling like chrysanthemum
I just want that, I just want that, I just want that, I just want that
Tuggin' on my pinky ring, smelling like chrysanthemum
I just want that, I just want that, I just want that, I just want that

On my jewelry, and on my niggas
On my jewelry, and on my niggas
You know I got
Just give me what I need