[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, bringing 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 shit I wrote inside the vocal booth?
Went from a local booth, trapping 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 brought anybody to come do a show for you
Not like that 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
Laying 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 humble and experienced
Put the album out myself, shorty, I don't need a clearance
Trying to block my route, dawg, we call that interference
Ain't nothing like the feeling of a crowd when they cheering
Shouts out to all the baby mommas and they children
All the hip-hopers and the ballers in the building (ha)
So thanks for letting 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 song from the booth
I used to daydream, visions of me sitting in the coupe
So they bout to call me Twista how I'm ripping 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 putting they hands up
I'm feeling 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 singing my praises like Luther Van'
We go to studios just to play who's a fan
I got these other rappers shopping for some moving vans
I'm having dreams of the days when I used to plan
Don't wanna be a star, but I could use the fans
Yea, yea, 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
And keep writing 'Laws' all up in they notebooks
[Hook x2]
Laws - Honor Lyrics
Laws - Honor Lyrics
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[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, bringing 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 shit I wrote inside the vocal booth?
Went from a local booth, trapping 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 brought anybody to come do a show for you
Not like that 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
Laying 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 humble and experienced
Put the album out myself, shorty, I don't need a clearance
Trying to block my route, dawg, we call that interference
Ain't nothing like the feeling of a crowd when they cheering
Shouts out to all the baby mommas and they children
All the hip-hopers and the ballers in the building (ha)
So thanks for letting 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 song from the booth
I used to daydream, visions of me sitting in the coupe
So they bout to call me Twista how I'm ripping 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 putting they hands up
I'm feeling 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 singing my praises like Luther Van'
We go to studios just to play who's a fan
I got these other rappers shopping for some moving vans
I'm having dreams of the days when I used to plan
Don't wanna be a star, but I could use the fans
Yea, yea, 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
And keep writing 'Laws' all up in they notebooks
[Hook x2]
(It's my honor)
To be in front of crowds, and everybody knows your name
(It's my honor)
To see the people smile, bringing 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 shit I wrote inside the vocal booth?
Went from a local booth, trapping 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 brought anybody to come do a show for you
Not like that 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
Laying 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 humble and experienced
Put the album out myself, shorty, I don't need a clearance
Trying to block my route, dawg, we call that interference
Ain't nothing like the feeling of a crowd when they cheering
Shouts out to all the baby mommas and they children
All the hip-hopers and the ballers in the building (ha)
So thanks for letting 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 song from the booth
I used to daydream, visions of me sitting in the coupe
So they bout to call me Twista how I'm ripping 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 putting they hands up
I'm feeling 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 singing my praises like Luther Van'
We go to studios just to play who's a fan
I got these other rappers shopping for some moving vans
I'm having dreams of the days when I used to plan
Don't wanna be a star, but I could use the fans
Yea, yea, 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
And keep writing 'Laws' all up in they notebooks
[Hook x2]