Laws, CyHi - Honor lyrics

(It's my honor) to be in front of crowds
And everybody knows your name
(It's my honor) to see the people smile
Bringin' 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)

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
Trappin' 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 bought anybody to
Come do a show for you
Not like 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
Layin' 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 humblin' experience
Put the album out myself, shorty
I don’t need a clearance
Tryna to block my route, dawg
We call that interference
Ain’t nothin' like the feelin' of
A crowd when they cheerin'
Shouts out to all the baby
Mommas and they children
All the Hip-Hoppers and the
Ballers in the building (ha)
So thanks for lettin' me live my dreams
So before I leave the stage, shorty
Let me hear you scream

Two finger salute
It's hard to see the sun from the booth
I used to daydream
Visions of me sittin' in the coupe
So they bout to call me Twista
How I'm rippin' 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 puttin' they hands up
I'm feelin' 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 singin' my
Praises like Luther Van
We go to studios just to play who's a fan
I got these other rappers shoppin'
For some movin' vans
I'm havin' dreams of the days
When I used to plan don't wanna be a star
But, I could use the fans
Yeah, yeah, you need to give me that
I'm 'bout to give you hit's 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
They keep writing 'Laws' all
Up in they notebook