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Honor Roll Video (MV)




Performed By: Kendall Clark
Length: 3:12
Written by: Kendall Clark




Kendall Clark - Honor Roll Lyrics




On the go
Talk is cheap
And we only speakin code
Cooking up like a mama on the stove
Yeah we bend but we never break the fold

Honor roll

Boy I making them hate
Coming right out of the gate
Cutting some folks up my life
You ain't a part of the cake

All that church smiling
Ain't no need for that
Your fake one I hope you pray for that

Drake I'm flipping the switch
(Flipping the switch)

You Not on my level
Not on my level

Battled the devil
Rose to the top
I'm a rebel

Shooting my shot like I'm Mello
I'm looking to stunt on my haters
Thank God for all of my exes they were all crazy messes

Woah
Well
I'm just keeping it real
Maybe I do need to chill
Got my foot on your neck
Rappers I'm looking to kill

No I'm not looking for deals
I'm not a slave
Rap for some money
Then give it away

Nah nah nah
Forget a 9 to 5
I put in overtime
Skill in overdrive

Overdriven
Picasso of rapping
My Painting a vision

Plugin my ears
Not looking to listen

People be talking
They stuck in remission

You never been where I've driven
All the bodies in the truck
All them Nights I look for friends
But you left me in a funk

But is cool
My body poured out for you
Always thought I was bulletproof
Until I saw Chris with a bullet whew

On the go
Talk is cheap
And we only speakin code
Cooking up like a mama on the stove
Yeah we bend but we never break the fold

Friends they come and they go
Come and they go

I'm cutting you off
Cutting you off

I'm playing my hand
Playing my hand

Being a boss
Chess move chess move
Life is really what you choose

People sleeping on me
Late for work
Press snooze

Just a Flicka Da Wrist
Flick of the wrist

Im putting in work
Putting in work

Came from the dirt
Ramen noodles
They cooking were burnt

Living rich in reverse
Man I thought it was a curse
Now I see it as a platform
To show people God works

I've been ready
Checkered flag red Chevy
Expectations
That's heavy

Toxic folks that's deadly
Momma momma momma
Cause the stress of living life
I don't want no drama

Well it is what it is
You get what you give
No need for the fiz

But I got all A's
In this game of life
God is a teacher and I'm doing all right
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On the go
Talk is cheap
And we only speakin code
Cooking up like a mama on the stove
Yeah we bend but we never break the fold

Honor roll

Boy I making them hate
Coming right out of the gate
Cutting some folks up my life
You ain't a part of the cake

All that church smiling
Ain't no need for that
Your fake one I hope you pray for that

Drake I'm flipping the switch
(Flipping the switch)

You Not on my level
Not on my level

Battled the devil
Rose to the top
I'm a rebel

Shooting my shot like I'm Mello
I'm looking to stunt on my haters
Thank God for all of my exes they were all crazy messes

Woah
Well
I'm just keeping it real
Maybe I do need to chill
Got my foot on your neck
Rappers I'm looking to kill

No I'm not looking for deals
I'm not a slave
Rap for some money
Then give it away

Nah nah nah
Forget a 9 to 5
I put in overtime
Skill in overdrive

Overdriven
Picasso of rapping
My Painting a vision

Plugin my ears
Not looking to listen

People be talking
They stuck in remission

You never been where I've driven
All the bodies in the truck
All them Nights I look for friends
But you left me in a funk

But is cool
My body poured out for you
Always thought I was bulletproof
Until I saw Chris with a bullet whew

On the go
Talk is cheap
And we only speakin code
Cooking up like a mama on the stove
Yeah we bend but we never break the fold

Friends they come and they go
Come and they go

I'm cutting you off
Cutting you off

I'm playing my hand
Playing my hand

Being a boss
Chess move chess move
Life is really what you choose

People sleeping on me
Late for work
Press snooze

Just a Flicka Da Wrist
Flick of the wrist

Im putting in work
Putting in work

Came from the dirt
Ramen noodles
They cooking were burnt

Living rich in reverse
Man I thought it was a curse
Now I see it as a platform
To show people God works

I've been ready
Checkered flag red Chevy
Expectations
That's heavy

Toxic folks that's deadly
Momma momma momma
Cause the stress of living life
I don't want no drama

Well it is what it is
You get what you give
No need for the fiz

But I got all A's
In this game of life
God is a teacher and I'm doing all right
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Writer: Kendall Clark
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