Honest

(альбом: 7 Day Theory - 2018)

—Lies that they talked about
Ms. Simone saw something very significant in her song "Mississippi Goddam"
She says, "This country—"
She says, "This country is built on lies"
Look

I know some cold killers being honest (Being honest)
Take care of they kids and love they mamas (Love they mama)
Pay they taxes, try to stay away from drama
It's just when a hater played and had no patience for the karma (Nah)
Dead body, dead body, mop the floor up
Gucci Mane bang, my lil' cousin bagging dope up (Yeah)
I said, "It's two options out this game here, you know, huh?"
He said, "I'd rather die then be a nigga out here broker, ah"
Long hair her ass clap like it know ya
She ain't never went to school, but studied up in Amberosa (Uh)
I don't feel soul, grew up living with the cobras
New whip, doors open, trunk slam like Dorrough's (Mane)
Million dollar dreams, but I ain't sleep, boy, I'm focused
My only fear is dying in debt and leaving my daughter broker (Damn)
Gave my hood hope and when I started, I was hopeless
"Born to lose, race to win," you niggas know the slogan, Pro'

Look me in my eyes, tell me what you see, mane (What you see)
Money on my mind, I can't sleep, mane (I can't sleep)
These niggas never gave us nothing (Gave us nothin')
Got it on our own, we was hustling (We was hustlin')
Yeah, tell me what you see, mane (What you see)
Money on my mind, I can't sleep, mane (I can't sleep)
These niggas never gave us nothing (Gave us nothin')
Got it on our own, we was hustling (We was hustlin')

Yeah, I know some real thieves being honest (Yeah)
Leeches they associate with anything accomplished
Claim it's all love and even put it on mamas
And before you know it, without a fucking gun they done robbed you
Heartless, some say finessing
The karma like bills, that shit coming so expect it
My partner stole Fortress, thought he had the game perfected
And over a five dollar dice game, a nigga stretched him (Bah)
Some homies don't get that many strikes and learn they lessons
The type of shit that have these prisons looking like a blessing (Honest)
The dumbest shit I think is niggas killing over sections
When we don't own that shit, your rent late, they move the next in (Yeah)
Gentrify the hoods, moving blocks like Tetris
Have your ass out and homeless for development investments
And laws still killing, got a young nigga stressing
Would you really think I give a fuck about some protestin'?
Man, all that shit is for the birds, dog, fuck it
You say you woke and you don't even support your brothers (Nah)
Black woman go through hell, your lame ass gon' still judge 'em
Sad part, our enemies sometimes the same color (Damn)
Preachers selling hope, got the pulpits corrupted
Folks balling on the 'Gram, logging off they got nothing (Ah)
Posting free rappers, won't even write your own cousin
They dwelling in them lies because they truth could get disgusting, Pro'

Look me in my eyes, tell me what you see, mane (What you see)
Money on my mind, I can't sleep, mane (I can't sleep)
These niggas never gave us nothing (Gave us nothin')
Got it on our own, we was hustling (We was hustlin')
Yeah, tell me what you see, mane (What you see)
Money on my mind, I can't sleep, mane (I can't sleep)
These niggas never gave us nothing (Gave us nothin')
Got it on our own, we was hustling (We was hustlin')

Ms. Simone saw something very significant in her song "Mississippi Goddam"
She says, "This country—"
She says, "This country is built on lies"

Uh, big flexing always taking pics
Running through the whole check and I even pay my rent
Shit, I ain't save a cent, and that shit ain't making sense
The broker that we are, it's like the harder that we faking rich
Diamonds on the chain, handcuff her or I'ma take your bitch
She don't know I'm broke, she just hoping I could pay her bills
Posted on the 'Gram, my dogs look like Cam, Ma$e and Miss
Or sell ol' ass sev—