LAWS - Honor lyrics

[Hook: Laws & Cyhi Da Prynce] (It's my honor) To be in front of crowds and everybody knows your name (It's my honor) To see the people smile, bringin' good music back to the game (It's my honor) I wanna see the fans go wild I wanna see your hands in the clouds (It's my honor) I wanna see the fans go wild (It's my honor) I wanna see your hands in the clouds (It's my honor) [Verse 1: Cyhi Da Prynce] Hello everybody, can I kick a flow or two? You wanna hear some sh** I wrote inside the vocal booth? Went from a local booth, trappin' off of my Mobile Boost From being booed in Brooklyn, now the screams uncontrollable I am so the truth with these notable quotables But they could've have bought anybody to come do a show for you Not like I'm the only artist that the promoter knew They asked me how did I get noticed when no one promoted you, ha Man, the fans is who I owe it to, fans win the show for you Layin' in Japan, well the plan is to be global, fool When you universal, it's hard for these record executives not to Tommy Mottola you It's cool when they tell me ain't nobody cold as you They'll even load a gun and go to war for you I told Mercedes, when you in a Benz It's always a Toyota Corolla that wanna come total you So my appearance is a humblin' experience Put the album out myself, shorty, I don't need a clearance Tryna to block my route, dawg, we call that interference Ain't nothin' like the feelin' of a crowd when they cheerin' Shouts out to all the baby mommas and they children All the hip-hoppers and the ballers in the building (ha) So thanks for lettin' me live my dreams So before I leave the stage, shorty, let me hear you scream [Hook] [Verse 2: Laws] Two finger salute It's hard to see the sun from the booth I used to daydream, visions of me sittin' in the coupe So they bout to call me Twista how I'm rippin' off the roof We're no longer in Kansas How do you paint when there's no longer a canvas? The fans make it for you when they puttin' they hands up I'm feelin' so high, the camera can't even pan up So stand up, put your hands up if I'm next up I don't use gimmicks, I don't play dress up, so 'fess up There's a reason they think of me as Superman I've got these people singin' my praises like Luther Van We go to studios just to play who's a fan I got these other rappers shoppin' for some movin' vans I'm havin' dreams of the days when I used to plan Don't wanna be a star, but I could use the fans Yeah, yeah, you need to give me that I'm 'bout to give you hits till you wanna hit me back And from the jump, I had power like Mario 'Cause I'm the triple crown and they the merry-go-round And it don't get better than some high school losers With your stickers on the stereos now They the ones that take a close look They keep writing 'Laws' all up in they notebook [Hook 2X]