Honestly Lyrics

Word on the beat

Honestly, my heart a little colder cause it gotta be

Asked you some, I knew the answer to and, you still lied to me

They doubted me, feel like everybody got it out for me

I'm never scared to put some pressure, they start acting cowardly

No recognition, I don't give a fuck if you ain't proud of me

This repetition, my life getting richer cause I stay consistent

Spoke a vision, where I'm at these snake niggas ain't coexisting

been so exhausted, off these percussets hope I wake in the morning

I know, my car got a stick in it, but it's still automatic

I don't trip about the shit I did, but there's a lot of baggage

I done been through hell and back like twice, what you gon' do to me

The pain ain't even hurting like it used to, this ain't new to me

By the time I found out Nero died, the funeral already happened

Belly died, all I got to see was his ashes, didn't see him in a casket

Drell died, we was just at Vontay Funeral, life we live per usual

Fuck, street shit really get ugly, shit, quit acting like this shit beautiful

All this shit be make-believe, she wanna rekindle what we had

But it's too late for me, they wish they could throw dirt on my name

But ain't no fake in me, Brody died, I started a channel, all that hate in me

Flagrantly, my nigga act like he real supportive, but he hating me

I get told I love you all the time, but that shit fake to me

Shorty cry every time I leave, and then she wait for me

And I ain't got no more love in me, that shit breaking me

Y'all hate to see how I get to this money shit so blatantly

When I need somebody, they act like they need a break from me

No breaking me, but I've been waiting on this shit so patiently

My children love me, I don't need nobody else embracing me

You niggas ain't really happy for me, for real

They just surprised I really got out here and made this shit happen for me, for real

They really thought I'd always be trapping and selling them packs of the weed, for real

Switched up on em went and invested it , now I got racks on me, for real

I got the straps, so you need to chill

Last time that I went out of my own way to help somebody, it had backfired

Let go of a lot of so-called friends because I'm that tired

When you always keep it real, it seem like you attract lies

They love to flip my words and try to paint me as the bad guy

If you ever pick the other side, then stay on that side

I need all my paper with Ben Franklin on the backside

Learned a lot of lessons, but found blessings in my hustle

Keep progressing, I ain't never really stressed about no struggle

All this shit be make-believe

She wanna rekindle what we had, but it's too late for me

They wish they could throw dirt on my name, but ain't no fakin me

Brody died, I started a channel that hate in me, flagrantly

My ni**a act like he real supportive, but he hatin me

I get told I love you all the time, but that shit fake to me

Shorty cry every time I leave, and then she wait for me

And I ain't got no more love in me, that shit breaking me

breakin me