[Lyric] Pay Homage To The Game (Naughty Prince)

[Intro]
Hol' Up Freddy You Goin' Too Hard On 'Em

[Verse: Naughty Prince]
Proudly a proud sinner Naughty ain't no saint
Know well your position you ain't gotta prove you innocent
Money don't buy happiness
Ain't no love in no cent
Ma brain is an arsenal I got ma demons, ma nightmares, ma sorrows, ma dream I'm heavily armed
Hold love with caution you might get harmed
I leave my truth scattered in the ground like a broken glass
Those brave enough will pick up the pieces
Pick up the pieces, reconnect them
The shape of the glass will reflect thе current shape of my heart
If for еvery minute you prayed you get a dollar
Naughty wouldn't have a cent
The devil can't catch up with us though we them preys that don't (that don't)
That don't leave no cent
Bitches with the weakest hearts finna love you harder
Bitches with the strongest hearts to love em is harder
A woman's weakness a reason for you to heart her
You give her everything till your heart got nada
You don't feel her ma nigga move on to another
You'll see the mother of your kids if you really feel her
You don't really feel her then why you gotta fill her?
Niggas who love you will include you in their prayers but I highly doubt that shit most of y'all is preyers
The bigger your circle grows, the bigger are the windows for envy and greed to jump in, Kid Cannabis
Ma pride hides behind my flaws between my insecurities
With these
With these, a kid became a beast
Ma-Ma plan for my future is to rebuttal my past
I'm good at keeping promises, hence they never delivered
[Outro: Naughty Prince]
Proudly a proud sinner Naughty ain't no saint
Naughty ain't no saint
Naughty ain't no saint
Naughty ain't no saint
Hol' Up Freddy You Goin' Too Hard On 'Em