Honestly

Word on the beat
Honestly, my heart a little colder cause it gotta be
Asked you some, I knew the answer to and, you still lied to me
They doubted me, feel like everybody got it out for me

I'm never scared to put some pressure, they start acting cowardly
No recognition, I don't give a fuck if you ain't proud of me
This repetition, my life getting richer cause I stay consistent
Spoke a vision, where I'm at these snake niggas ain't coexisting

been so exhausted, off these percussets hope I wake in the morning
I know, my car got a stick in it, but it's still automatic
I don't trip about the shit I did, but there's a lot of baggage
I done been through hell and back like twice, what you gon' do to me

The pain ain't even hurting like it used to, this ain't new to me
By the time I found out Nero died, the funeral already happened
Belly died, all I got to see was his ashes, didn't see him in a casket
Drell died, we was just at Vontay Funeral, life we live per usual

Fuck, street shit really get ugly, shit, quit acting like this shit beautiful
All this shit be make-believe, she wanna rekindle what we had
But it's too late for me, they wish they could throw dirt on my name
But ain't no fake in me, Brody died, I started a channel, all that hate in me

Flagrantly, my nigga act like he real supportive, but he hating me
I get told I love you all the time, but that shit fake to me
Shorty cry every time I leave, and then she wait for me
And I ain't got no more love in me, that shit breaking me

Y'all hate to see how I get to this money shit so blatantly
When I need somebody, they act like they need a break from me
No breaking me, but I've been waiting on this shit so patiently
My children love me, I don't need nobody else embracing me

You niggas ain't really happy for me, for real
They just surprised I really got out here and made this shit happen for me, for real
They really thought I'd always be trapping and selling them packs of the weed, for real
Switched up on em went and invested it, now I got racks on me, for real

I got the straps, so you need to chill
Last time that I went out of my own way to help somebody, it had backfired
Let go of a lot of so-called friends because I'm that tired
When you always keep it real, it seem like you attract lies

They love to flip my words and try to paint me as the bad guy
If you ever pick the other side, then stay on that side
I need all my paper with Ben Franklin on the backside
Learned a lot of lessons, but found blessings in my hustle

Keep progressing, I ain't never really stressed about no struggle
All this shit be make-believe
She wanna rekindle what we had, but it's too late for me
They wish they could throw dirt on my name, but ain't no fakin me

Brody died, I started a channel that hate in me, flagrantly
My ni**a act like he real supportive, but he hatin me
I get told I love you all the time, but that shit fake to me
Shorty cry every time I leave, and then she wait for me

And I ain't got no more love in me, that shit breaking me
breakin me