Honest (Remix)

[Verse 1:]
I just gotta be real never been on no fake shit.
Say you wanting the truth but I hope you can take it,
Lot of niggas had doubts said I wasn't gon make it
If I rode around with the same shit they probably would've been on my dick
And I probably would've been on freshman list BET with bandz shit.
R&B niggas would've been missed, bitch niggas wouldn't understand this.
Real talk nigga couldn't plan this.
Young nigga coming for the top spot, still know some niggas back home that'll kill tryna get where I got.
Still got some homies on the block I'm just being honest.
Niggas tryna see me shot I'm just being honest.
I know I got some hoes hot I'm just being honest.
But a lame nigga I am not I'm just being honest.
Name another nigga hot I'm just being honest.
Mo hoes that I got I'm just being honest.
Bad bitches like thots I'm just being honest.
Never giving my heart I'm just being honest.

[Chorus:]
I keep my day one niggas with me true, and we ain't never going back to what we used to do.
You know I can't lie to you so I had to tell the truth. I'm just being honest. [x2]

[Verse 2:]
Since I'm being honest, I've been way to modest.
Lately I've been stressin, I've been tryna hide it.
They be all up in my business can't do shit in private.
And I hear all the shit they say but still I'm silent.
Hallelujah, lame niggas always hatin.
Probably took a bitch they dating, she choosin on a nigga just face it.
But I don't like this fame shit, hate what the music came with.
And my brother telling me he ain't shit, won't be shit, and he's content.
That's fucked up to be so stuck on that street shit,
When they took Mel we both said that we'd get right it's been three years and I can't tell.
Knowing there's an outcome to lay down and be in jail.
Praying keep his head up cause lord knows we've been through hell.
Truthfully I'm counting people off who can't so shit for me,
Cause I've made mistakes of helping people who just take from me.
See me tryna get it so they plotting on me faithfully.
I know if I lost it all tomorrow they won't stay with me.
Most niggas be flexing like they keeping it so real.
They ain't getting no bad bitches, hoes ain't really boss chicks.
Never fall for that game shit, hoes know that I peep that.
So sick of these rap niggas who talk crack but they don't trap.
So done with these gold diggers who fuck just so they get racks.
Nobody's got ambition wish I had a way to fix that.
My nieces getting older, got a lot up on my shoulder.
No muscle, no hustle, everyday's a struggle.
Gotta tell the truth.

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 3: Rocky Diamonds]
Niggas be talking bout what they gon do.
But when they brush a circle on 2K only time to shoot.
And I'm out with the same face none my niggas new.
My little bro be yelling bruh bruh, my little nigga too.
Ain't got shit to prove but got a lot to lose.
Cause when it comes to life sometimes I get confused.
Can't even call fly damn I miss you dude.
It's hard to see the same shit when you got different views.
But if that shit ain't working then make different moves.
My bezel say I'm winning ain't got time to lose.
And I heard lil homie be snitching I can't fuck with dude.
And if you fuck with homie I can't fuck with you,
Cause over here we don't play both sides.
You fuxk with us you fuck with us period no talk.
And I'm a tell you like a nigga told me whatever happens in the streets stays in the streets.