Honcho (feat. Conway the Machine & DJ Premier)

Hold up, back up

Yeah, ****

Hold up, back up - Got to get the dough

No-no-n-no-no-no time to hide

You know the fuckin' vibes, ****, gangsta shit, fuck ****

Hold up, back up - Got to get the dough

No-no-n-no-no-no-no time to hide

Drive-bys in broad daylight, **** (Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom!)

Hold up, back up - Got to get the dough

Give a fuck who outside, boy

No-no-no-no time to hide

Look, look, look (Brrrr)

We got guns like the military

Kill and bury all the opps until I fill a cemetery (Hahahahaha)

You know the motto, I smoke the Gelato, lemon-cherry

Fifty-clip in every stick I carry, I'm a visionary (Uh-huh)

I seen this shit 'fore it came to fruition (No cap)

When I used to be recitin' my shit while I was baggin' 'caine in the kitchen (Whip up)

Weighin' and whippin', I got shot in my head, I almost died, bro

I came within inches: why I been stayin' relentless (I'm on shit)

Yeah, at fifteen, caught a body

Turned around and looked for witnesses, but never saw nobody

How I'm breakin' bricks up with my hands? I wasn't taught karate

I just flipped that shit and took the bands

And went and bought a Masi (Vroom)

Ridin' with the .40 by me, 2021 for 'em

My brother on parole, he still ridin' with his gun on him (He got his blicky, ****)

Whippin' fish up all night 'til it become mornin' (Uh-huh)

Stay in your lane, this your one warning (Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom!)

Machine, bitch

Hold up, back up - Got to get the dough

Geah

No-no-no-no-no time to hide

Honcho

Hold up, back up - Got to get the dough

No-no-no-n-no-no time to hide

Geah, ****, Honcho

Hold up, back up - Got to get the dough

Haha

No-no-no-no-no-no time to hide

Geah, Honcho

Hold up, back up - Got to get-get the dough

A-and-and everything is alright

Big shit, ****!

Geah (B-b-b-brah, geah)

I had a dream: by any means, kingpin (Geah)

Sink or swim, I'm jumpin' off in the deep end

Gang signs and a strap, a young adolescent (Gr-r-r-ah)

Dope fiends and hood rats, you get the message? (Haha)

Gang rhymes and a strap, and a few crack bags (Crack bags)

Drive-bys and bodies, a couple toe tags (Doo doo doo)

Young ****, tight eyes in a black Suzuki (Vroom)

Blue rag, deuce-deuce and a fat dookie

Snaps on the petro, the dope whip (Dope whip)

Hit your block twice, ****, turnaround trip (B-b-b-brah)

.40 by the waist, shit, extra clip (Extra clip)

Tryna cut it one more? Geah, extra flip (Ch-ch-ch, yeah)

Marathon like Nip, win the race (Win the race)

Whip appeal with the work, babyface (Haha)

Yeah, my **** with the piece, no Jesus

Four-five, ****, you bustas have never squeezed it

Geah (Geah)

Hold up, back up - Got to get the dough

No-no-no-no-n-no time to hide

Geah, Honcho

Hold up, back up - Got to get the dough

No-no-no time to hide

Geah, ****, Honcho

Hold up, back up - Got-to-get-the dough

Haha, geah

No-no-no-no-no-no time to hide

Honcho

Hold up, back up - Got to get the dough

Blue Stamp Official

And-and-and everything is alright

Geah! Honcho

My **** Conway, what up? Preemo in the building!

My **** Chill, Dior?

And that's official, ****

Doo doo doo! Geah

Shots fired, clown

Fuck that, we the best, right here

Hood shit, ****

Geah