Just Bein Honest
I'm just being honest you can't touch me
Crazy and delusional you must be
I be so clean you be musty
And I know your baby mamma really wanna fuck me
God's my witness
Don't contend this
I'm so wavy
Motion sickness
See they gotta pop a Dramamine
To keep up with the motion
And the moves I'm putting on her
She gone need some ibuprofen
They call me Big cuz I be big and you too little
Like a rocket to a pistol ain't a chance that I can miss you
It's only big budget things that's what TRIP do
Aye
Fuck a double shot I want a triple
I threw the first pitch out at Wrigley field
They want me to tryout still
I cannot say how proud I feel
I threw a strike right down the middle
Pressure on me I push the pedal
Get em off me I killed the devil
I killed that bitch my angels my witnesses
This ain't a coincidence the alignment of instances
I been seeing the images I don't what a limit is
Ugh yea
Take a second let me breathe now
I just gave a few examples hope you see now
I'm just being honest you can't touch me
Crazy and delusional you must be
I be so clean you be musty
And I know your baby mamma really wanna fuck me
A higher level it's easy to see the difference
I drown em all wit ambition
They won't even last a minute
I sacrifice all my time and I donate it to the mission
I'm truly an independent
I take the rules and I bend em
Gods my witness
Don't forget this
I know he watching
I know they listen
Yeah I know they listen
Even if they hate I see em look
Cannot stay away from all my bait
I got em hooked
I got some haters on dick
Most of 'em never done shit
Besides make a name off Trip
Look at me and look at you bitch
I went from
Scholarship Division One my sophomore year
Now the music make the baddies wanna toss it here
Yeah
Call it facts
Most these rappers all be cap
And you managers too
I don't even gotta lie cuz my story tell the truth
Imma raise it to the roof
Aye DJ bring it back to the loop now
I'm just being honest you can't touch me
Crazy and delusional you must be
I be so clean you be musty
And I know your baby mamma really wanna fuck me
Ok let me get this now
I'm the best I deserve my crown
King I Be got gold in pounds
I'm the captain got some troops on ground
914 I hold it down
Everything BIG but the problems
Don't matter what it take imma solve em
If he acting pussy imma dog em
Go against the team then we off em
Crazy and delusional you must be
I be so clean you be musty
And I know your baby mamma really wanna fuck me
God's my witness
Don't contend this
I'm so wavy
Motion sickness
See they gotta pop a Dramamine
To keep up with the motion
And the moves I'm putting on her
She gone need some ibuprofen
They call me Big cuz I be big and you too little
Like a rocket to a pistol ain't a chance that I can miss you
It's only big budget things that's what TRIP do
Aye
Fuck a double shot I want a triple
I threw the first pitch out at Wrigley field
They want me to tryout still
I cannot say how proud I feel
I threw a strike right down the middle
Pressure on me I push the pedal
Get em off me I killed the devil
I killed that bitch my angels my witnesses
This ain't a coincidence the alignment of instances
I been seeing the images I don't what a limit is
Ugh yea
Take a second let me breathe now
I just gave a few examples hope you see now
I'm just being honest you can't touch me
Crazy and delusional you must be
I be so clean you be musty
And I know your baby mamma really wanna fuck me
A higher level it's easy to see the difference
I drown em all wit ambition
They won't even last a minute
I sacrifice all my time and I donate it to the mission
I'm truly an independent
I take the rules and I bend em
Gods my witness
Don't forget this
I know he watching
I know they listen
Yeah I know they listen
Even if they hate I see em look
Cannot stay away from all my bait
I got em hooked
I got some haters on dick
Most of 'em never done shit
Besides make a name off Trip
Look at me and look at you bitch
I went from
Scholarship Division One my sophomore year
Now the music make the baddies wanna toss it here
Yeah
Call it facts
Most these rappers all be cap
And you managers too
I don't even gotta lie cuz my story tell the truth
Imma raise it to the roof
Aye DJ bring it back to the loop now
I'm just being honest you can't touch me
Crazy and delusional you must be
I be so clean you be musty
And I know your baby mamma really wanna fuck me
Ok let me get this now
I'm the best I deserve my crown
King I Be got gold in pounds
I'm the captain got some troops on ground
914 I hold it down
Everything BIG but the problems
Don't matter what it take imma solve em
If he acting pussy imma dog em
Go against the team then we off em
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Writer(s): Brendan Tripodi
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