Homage by Kur Lyrics

[Intro]
Couldn’t wait to tell you dawg I couldn’t wait to tell you
You feel me, I feel you
Let’s do it

[Verse 1]
I couldn’t wait to tell you this peak go for 22
Bring it down to 2 racks if it's all there and you grab a few
This ain’t no average shit these bitches know I ain’t no average dude
I’ll give you some help, I’ll give you a check you don’t gotta ask me to
I got the respect I wrote down in raps my shit that actually do
These niggas they thought when I got a check I wasn’t gon act brand new
Al died now Greg too, [???] a pill for the bad news
Hope I heal from these bad wounds
Ma smoking wet bad fume
Got my dawg Reem tattooed
Niggas get a moment to at new
Niggas buy a O wit they last [???]
Started off broke you could ask Coop
Niggas act the F on they last suit
Took a V check now I can’t move
Ain’t nobody check that I can’t move
If you want angles we gon shoot
Even when it's painful i’m gon do it
Even when they change I stay loyal
Gotta move right my name on it, shit i’m always spittin this pain on it
I was raised in it I came from it
Up and high and I ain’t even pay homage
I been high, I been high
[Chorus]
Ready for these niggas to pay homage, ready for these niggas to pay
Ready for these bitches to pay homage, ready for these bitches to pay
Ready for these niggas to pay, ready for these bitches to pay
Ready for these niggas to pay homage, ready for these niggas to pay
Ready for these bitches to pay homage, ready for these bitches to pay
Ready for these niggas to pay homage ready for these niggas to pay
Ready for these niggas to pay, ready for these bitches to pay
Ready for these niggas to pay homage ready for these niggas to pay


[Verse 2]
I couldn’t wait to tell you I found someone with a script
He want 18 a pill but trust me dawg his shit legit
And backup bonnies that was [???] and ain’t have a [???]
Look at me hopping outta beamers I think i’m the shit
My self esteem went to the ceiling when I got some chips
This a new year and imma kill em dawg I got this shit
There’s niggas doing 10 to 20 wish that I drop my shit
There’s niggas who ain’t got no money wish I drop my shit
They know the come ups real they seen when I was pot like shit
Ain’t in my feelings fuck all that I got some guap to get
She in her feelings and call back after I popped that bitch
Young Kur been running this for years and I still got it lit
I’m talking shoot at grandma crib I got no time to diss
I’ll bag this bitch if she from west I always buy her kicks
Quick to ignore these bitches text when they start having fits
Fuck it i’m about to flex and have them mad as shit
[Chorus]
Ready for these niggas to pay homage, ready for these niggas to pay
Ready for these bitches to pay homage, ready for these bitches to pay
Ready for these niggas to pay, ready for these bitches to pay
Ready for these niggas to pay homage, ready for these niggas to pay
Ready for these bitches to pay homage, ready for these bitches to pay
Ready for these niggas to pay homage ready for these niggas to pay
Ready for these niggas to pay, ready for these bitches to pay
Ready for these niggas to pay homage ready for these niggas to pay
Ready for em all