Frankie's Mix

Women Lie Men Lie

Honey Cocaine - Hey Boo (90's Gold)(720p H.264 - AAC)

Remy Ma ft Nicki Minaj - They Don't Love You No More (Remix)

Late Night - Trey Songz Ft. Juicy J (Trilliant Remix)

Lola Monroe - Gorgeous

On the upcoming Mixtape Titled "The Miconia"

Nigga Please

I remember nights my stomach was more empty than my bank account,
Cold concrete was the mattress that I couldn't live without.
Used to stare through restaurant windows, watchin' all the faces,
People who ain't never known what fightin' for your life is.
No one gave a damn 'bout me, the girl who came from nothin',
Just another hungry face, always chasin', always runnin'.
Friends would call me foolish, said, "Girl, you need to quit that shit,"
"People like us never win, we ain't equipped for it."
All they saw were ripped-up jeans and the anger in my stare,
Heard the big talk, but they just expected failure and despair.
Every door they slammed on me was gasoline, you get it?
Every laugh was just a brick I used to build my throne, forget it.
I swore one day I'd buy the block and hang my plaques up on the wall,
A middle finger to the world, just waiting for my call.
Had nothing left to lose except my only chance to break the mold,
So I put my soul on every beat, a story to be told.

Hook:
They told me dirt don't turn to diamonds, I'm the pressure that they feared,
Turned my tears into a VVS, now everything is clear.
From the concrete to the penthouse, from the scars to seein' stars,
Yeah, I built this fuckin' kingdom, now I own these boulevards.
They hate the hustle, love the shine, but they will never understand,
I made a palace from the pain with my own two fuckin' hands.

My first demos sounded like they were recorded in a basement,
'Cause they were, I scraped the rent up, three dead jobs, no replacement.
Wrote all night until the sun came up, my eyes were black and deep,
Forcin' all my dreams in rhymes while the whole damn city was asleep.
I rocked gigs in filthy clubs for fifty bucks a pop,
While all the other bitches traded dignity for one more drop.
My first mixtape, dropped it online with zero promo, no machine,
Hit a thousand plays, then ten thousand, felt like a lucid dream.
The first haters crawled out, "She's a fake, a one-hit-wonder,"
Same motherfuckers text me now like, "Girl, you're crashin' like the thunder."
I learned that envy's just applause from people who ain't got the guts,
A sign you're movin' up and leaving all the old ruts.
That first advance, I swear to God I cried when I read the amount,
Drove back to my old hood, gave my mom the keys to a new house.
That was the turning point, the moment that I flipped the switch,
I'm not just in the game no more, I'm runnin' this whole bitch.

HOOK

Now I wake up in silk sheets with a skyline made of glass,
My fridge is fuller than the heads of haters, full of hate and gas.
The face I see in the reflection wears an Audemars today,
And now the only thing I'm beggin' for is for the beat to play.
I fly private, the seats are leather, and the champagne's always dry,
Lookin' down upon the city that once left me out to die.
It's kinda funny how the rats from back then try to crawl to me,
The ones who said my biggest goals were just a childish fantasy.
I see 'em in the front row, screamin' every lyric to my songs,
Like they weren't the ones who laughed at me and told me I belonged
At the bottom. I'm the nightmare for these sexists and these clowns,
Who saw a pretty girl and thought they'd get to pass her all around.
I'm 24 and built more than they'll ever see or even own,
From the pavement to the penthouse, I did this shit all on my own.

Don't ever think I have forgotten how the pavement felt,
Or how the hunger burned inside me, that's the hand that I was dealt.
That fire doesn't die just 'cause you throw some money on the flame,
It just burns hotter, burns brighter, now it's screamin' out my name.
The hunger's still here, trust me, but it's different than before,
It's not for bread, it's for the world, and bitch, I'm comin' back for more.

HOOK

Pretty, paid, and powerful

Self-made

Honey Cocaine - In The Ghetto

Honey Cocaine - 'Too Pussy To'

Teyana Taylor ft. Honey Cocaine - Bad Boy via Hip Hop's Heart

Honey Cocaine-T.O. Gold

Wale - vocals
Tiara Thomas - vocals, co-production
Kelson Camp - production, guitar, instrumentation




Wale - Bad (ft. Tiara Thomas)

Honey Cocaine - Middle Finger (Thug Love)

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Honey Cocaine-T.O. Gold

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