Honey Sweet

Came to battle like it's world war
Most pull up in foreign cars
We pull up like Arthur, we in holy armor
Praising with the left hand, Excalibur in right
Exterminating demons day and night like parasites
Gimme the grub
I'm tryna eat it up
Ingest like a buffet and this big boy fasted four days
Walk it like I talk, that's a runway
And the glory and the spotlight be on YAHWEH
Feeling parched like cotton mouth? Come get some water
Drink it up, we got plenty, we just getting started
Comparing to the rest, these words a garnish
When you get a taste all other things the same as garbage layer

I gotta eat
Gimme the drink
I gotta take a bite bite bite
I'm tryna feast

Feeding the team
I need the fuel
Gimme the gas
I need the juice
Bottles for days
Never a last
This ain't no party like you used to
We ain't blasted
Cause we get litty off the One who gave us passion
I gotta boast, all our foes see we doing the most
They try to roast but ain't ready for smoke
Powered by God, we work for the Goat
Lighting the path so they don't decompose
Once they ghost, Hell's gates stay closed
No come back, ain't no part dos
So eat up the Bread that give you the most

You walking funny, a clown
You trying out your own style
Mismatching like you a child
You sleeping like you knocked out
World upside down like your smile
Won't get rid of the noise with that loud
Boutta get chomped up, this the wild
Better watch for lions that prowl
Getting crossed like J by Iverson
You play yourself when you follow men
Fired up like we hop in a oven
Walk with God and no we ain't burning
I'm just telling truth
I'm just spitting the facts
Ain't no point in me lying
I'm here tryna point you back
Serve it up, I do
Fill the cup, no booze
Drink that, eat that, bring that all
Chop it up, with God
Never get stuffed and share with the crew
I'm come for seconds, don't mind if i do
I wanna piece of the pie to chew
Sweeter than honey, I'm Winnie the Pooh



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Writer(s): Isaiah Roca
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