Honest

(BNYX)

I know myself and this ain't me (yeah, yeah)
Post myself on the internet, but this ain't me, yeah (yeah)
I keep it cool and show respect, but this ain't me (yeah)
I pour my heart out to the mic, ain't tryna tweet
I don't need no hook 'cause I know the vision ain't gon' see it
'Bout to write a book and I'm the only one that's gon' read it (yeah)
My point being, you ain't gotta feel it, I feel it (yeah, yeah, ooh)

This shit too lame, but I am the fool for playing this game
Only got myself to blame, I wish these niggas never knew my name
I wish I never spat no rap, but thank God 'cause it took me out the trap
All that talk took me out the chat
Please, please, God take me out the cap
You can ask my hood, I was a style icon before I rap
I get love in real life, I don't need double taps
Some of my fans young as fourteen, it's mad
'Cause I was fourteen when I got stabbed
By fifteen, I seen the racks
By sixteen, I seen a strap
'Bout seventeen whippin' and drivin' (hey)
I was eighteen, fuckin' two baddies
At nineteen, I nearly got seven years for heroin inside that baggie (true story)
I'm twenty-five and I got so many problems that still ain't vanish
I'm certified, you can ask my ex-chick or your favorite rapper
It hurts that I gotta chain myself, I feel like an actor (I feel like a actor)
'Cause when I was being myself, they call me a character
Still I back up, my life too real, I can't even put all the facts up

(Hey) I was so broke, yeah, I was down
Just last week, I-I spent a hundred thou'
This "Life in Hell" for real, it ain't just the album
My head above water, but I can't wait to drown
I can get a nigga wacked, so I ain't gotta swing
When I was depressed I still made sure my niggas go and get it
When I was depressed, I sat there, I had to be my own medic
I was a real pill popper, I mixed the Perc with the X (yeah)

I feel like I've been through every stage, fam
I feel like I've been through a lot of shit
But people didn't see, so they
They can't necessarily understand how I got here
Or how I got to this style or how I got to this, to this point in my life
You know what I'm sayin'? I really did this shit
I really been everywhere I really- I'm a young OG in that sense
Know what I'm sayin'?

Yeah (chyeah)
I used to call up a baddie, and drop off the dough
She know she riding, she cuss and she moan
Whip off of rap, my lines were blown
Everybody quiet when I'm on the phone
Seen niggas die, the roads are cold (yeah)
Seen niggas die, the roads are cold
That's why I ain't afraid to pack up and go
They love you more when you ain't with 'em no more (true story)
I left so many codes in "Friend or Foux"
When I'm dead and gone, that's when you know (yeah)

(Yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah) Crazy
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Just gotta tell them, tell them how I feel sometimes
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (hey)
Da-na-na, yeah-yeah, ohh, hey