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Дата випуску: 05.09.2019
Вікові обмеження: 18+
Мова пісні: Англійська
Honest |
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
Yeah, yeah |
Ayy |
Never run from beef my niggas was caught in |
No time for college, yeah |
You ain’t my friend, you my brother, my nigga, we tied in |
Never run from beef my niggas was caught in |
I was caught up in the streets, no time for college |
Know these hoes ain’t shit if we just being honest |
Everything don’t last like a broken promise |
You ain’t never been to jail, you don’t know what time is |
Had my back against the wall, you know I was boxed in |
I’m the voice of the streets, ain’t promoting violence |
Understand where I come, you gotta understand my life |
I got demons on the left of me and angels on the right |
Illegal search, I beat the case, you gotta stand up on your rights |
You bitch niggas acting hard, you remind me of some dykes |
'Cause the streets don’t love you, hoes ain’t for you |
Never have no big homies, they’ll lil' boy you |
Moment that you make it, they be acting like they made you |
Thank the judge for your time, that’s the only thing that saved you |
I’m just tryna bring the hope in the city where I come from |
Even in the night, young niggas on the come-up |
Play the block overtime with the sticks 'til the sun up |
It’s getting hot, bodies dropping in the middle of the summer |
You ain’t my friend, you my brother, my nigga, we tied in |
Never run from beef my niggas was caught in |
I was caught up in the streets, no time for college |
Know these hoes ain’t shit if we just being honest |
Everything don’t last like a broken promise |
You ain’t never been to jail, you don’t know what time is |
Had my back against the wall, you know I was boxed in |
I’m the voice of the streets, ain’t promoting violence |
You know I’m lying, we applying pressure, nigga, on the opps |
Masked down walk ups, aiming at a nigga’s top |
Seen a nigga sit for 5 years and came home great |
Stitched lip, keep it solid, they ain’t even have a case |
Indictments, fed R.I.C.O.'s getting scary |
Young nigga in the mirror, I was screaming Bloody Mary |
Shit embedded in my mind, gangster shit like I’m Larry |
Divorced a nigga for his M’s, that’s why these hoes, I never marry |
Gotta practice what you preach, keep that metal in my reach |
When you take a soul, nigga, it be hard for you to sleep |
Got this drop right now, we gon' sit on it for weeks |
Bouncing out of work vans like we 'bout to clean the streets |
Same niggas you was winning with, they’ll never send shit |
Only got your kids and your mama in the visit |
No support when the trial came, time for the censor |
Life fucked up, made decisions that I’m living with |
You ain’t my friend, you my brother, my nigga, we tied in |
Never run from beef my niggas was caught in |
I was caught up in the streets, no time for college |
Know these hoes ain’t shit if we just being honest |
Everything don’t last like a broken promise |
You ain’t never been to jail, you don’t know what time is |
Had my back against the wall, you know I was boxed in |
I’m the voice of the streets, ain’t promoting violence |
I’m just tryna bring the hope in the city where I come from |
Even in the night, young niggas on the come-up |
Play the block overtime with the sticks 'til the sun up |
It’s getting hot, bodies dropping in the middle of the summer |