Let's Be Honest Songtext
von KnowMads

First off
You do anything to get dough
Your style been worn
Pick it up that the thrift store
Sniffing looking like you need an antihisto
When this shit hit you throat you gon feel that drip slow
But this flow for the kids with nothing to live for
Just bought a new biscuit I ain′t talking nabisco
Feeling like a shark swimming up in a fishbowl
The fishscale shine like we throwing a disco
Name ring bells like Banksy in Bristol
Making shit Count like Monte Cristo
I ain't sniffed snow since I moved to Frisco
Acting all crazy like you halfway schizo
Screaming in the mic like you off that crystal
Chill mothafucka miss me with that shit bro
That loud pack rumble like Nintendo 6-4
And make your chips triple like you dealing in crypto


You ain′t sell a dime in the streets
You at home still grinding your teeth
Homie let's be honest
Weird flex but ok
You don't want that beef
Mask off you could ask bout me
Homie let′s be honest
You ain′t fucking nobody's chick
You the only one who′s on your dick
Homie let's be honest
You ain′t getting money from rap
You on the gram you ain't moving a pack
Homie let′s be honest


I ain't gotta shoot like Stockton
And you lying to yourself if I ain't in your top ten
Man I don′t even like how your face look
Made a quarter million dollars
Putting songs on facebook
Sharing my advice on how to fight depression
Kids tell me that I changed they whole life direction
If you spiteful you should ask yourself question
Cause that jealousy′s just another form of affection
I love you
Sorry you got no one to hug you
I would hate my life too
If I woke up and was you
Dog please get up off my shoulder
Better find someone else
You could leapfrog over
Fuck Pep ever since he got sober
He been acting all spiritual
Like Deepak Chopra
All I know about time
Is that I been ahead of mine
Cause I already made a classic album
Like seven times
You ain't sell a dime in the streets
You at home still grinding your teeth
Homie let′s be honest
Weird flex but ok
You don't want that beef
Mask off you could ask bout me
Homie let′s be honest
You ain't fucking nobody′s chick
You the only one who's on your dick
Homie let's be honest
You ain′t getting money from rap
You on the gram you ain′t moving a pack
Homie let's be honest
Lets be honest ya stupid mutha fucka
You aint getting money from rap
You on instagram you aint moving no pack
You stupid mutha fucka
Go ahead ask the streets about me
I go mask off blast off 1 2 3