Mike Cla**ic - Honey and Pain lyrics

[Verse 1: Stogie T] You can get stung for honey It's the water the drink But still the sh** you drown in Two sides of the coin, keep metal for money The sh** tucked in his back Settle all that are fronting I'm from where the bull sh** turn to manure No farming Had to shake the sh** off Where we grew up they sling onions No tears when you cut up you keep running s** it up, if you check our moves We're kings from it This African wrestles arms I rock fur Put that puss in boots Now I'm watching it purr Apple bottoms up top she gpt a perfect pair All the stares in the world couldn't scuff my pair Life ain't fair, you can kiss the ground and the ring Think it's a breeze, that's only 'cause the pendulum swing This is honey and pain, both struggle and gain Gold mining in vain, if you can't shine with a chain [Hook: Mike Cla**ic] I got these wings on my feet I swear 'Til you see them girls creep out here This money take me anywhere I go I go I pray to God it takes me far from here Champagne on her titties (Yeah yeah) Switching lanes with my n***as (Yeah yeah) Coming from the bottom, make it rain (Yeah yeah) That's why I mix the honey with the pain (Yeah yeah) [Verse 2: Stogie T] Now why you black folks brown folks yellow bones I'm chasing green dough, stack it like white folk Dry white season no black in the rainbow Flash floods see the settlements go AWOL Sicker than AIDS wards Black-balled by the system At the bottom of the pool like 8-ball Still hurt bro, tryna paint the town red But light green mean we puffing this purple Our folks running in circles Yeah they can't scrub the bill Still stuck in this hell hole 'Cause reptiles go Judas over silver Cross you for a profit Like Moses, split the river Tall gra** more slither Follow a** for the ping All she want is gold Baby blew her chance with a pimp Short muhf**er how he rose from the sticks Fam alarm get the flowers, enemies get the prick [Hook: Mike Cla**ic] I got these wings on my feet I swear 'Til you see them girls creep out here This money take me anywhere I go I go I pray to God it takes me far from here Champagne on her titties (Yeah yeah) Switching lanes with my n***as (Yeah yeah) Coming from the bottom, make it rain (Yeah yeah) That's why I mix the honey with the pain (Yeah yeah) [Refrain] (Honey with the pain) That's why I mix the (Honey with the pain) That's why I mix the honey with the pain (Yeah yeah) [Outro] That's why I mix the That's why I mix the honey with the pain (Yeah yeah)