Honestly
(When did I start to fall?)
(Will you catch me if I fall?)
(I wanna know, I wanna know, oh)
(Whoa, oh, oh, ooh)
I gotta be everything that I could be
I gotta do this thing, honestly
Why can't I do it all? Honestly
I bet I shock 'em when I drop, I know they probably think I'm washed
I'm kettle cookin' with the chip, it's on my shoulders 'til we win
I'm gettin' older by the minute, yeah, I really had it up to here
They always lookin' like they're wingin' it, I've been plannin' every meal (mm)
Got me sippin' on this beer, ooh, and I don't even fuck with beer, no
I need some water and ideas, yeah, I gotta start to make it clear, uh
I'm kinda peepin' all the fallacy, I'm powered by the people doubtin' me
I had to eat it like a ton of calories, and the analogy is that I'm blowin' up
But I've been carryin' this weight
So I found a way and now they weighin' in on my art
But I will never let nobody second guess my heart, uh
I'm really sick of all the pageantry (mm)
And they don't even have the faculties
Yet they tryna teach me what I have to be (mm)
But they don't comprehend the packaging openin' up
Fuck my old shit, all of it sucked
Piss on them records, I shit on them records
I thank everybody who saw the potential in me
But I still had to get it inevitably
If I could, I would sit down and conversate with every hater
And try to debate 'em, I know it's subjective
But it's my objective to do it so well that it's not
You can count on me, one, two, three
When you got the vision up in you
Why would I give a fuck what they tryna see? (Uh)
How can I make such insensitive shit and be so sensitive?
I'm hypocritical, too hypercritical
It can get miserable, I'm up on Twitter, and I'm readin' into it
And the most pitiful part of the whole thing is
I wanna tweet that I'm up at the pinnacle
I wanna make 'em remember they didn't know
I wanna pound it in their head like Riddick Bowe
I gotta tell you some shit that you didn't know
Or I can let it go and just forget it
But if I forget it, then they'll never get it
But now it's all startin' to feel unforgettable, you lil' bitch
Yeah, leveled up (uh)
Fuck all that bein' benevolent
I am the best there never was (uh)
Remember, there ain't no timelines when you timeless (no)
Ain't no guidelines when you guideless (uh)
Sippin' Mai Tais, stand in top fives, knowin' my time isn't timeless
Is it tickin' it? (Tick-tick, tick-tick, tick-tick)
Please don't make me get a TikTok
Got my feet up while they flip-flop
People tryna speak for hip-hop
Got me really 'bout to call the opps out
I think if I did, I'd have an anxiety attack
But maybe they'll feel how real my raps are
Maybe they'll believe me when I say
I know I could get it if I want (uh)
But gettin' that's not gettin' that
If you don't get it how you want (uh)
I know that's privileged, but I been embraced by a community
'Cause I'm not doin' you, I'm doin' me
But I just really hope you see the you in me (yeah)
'Cause if you act cool with your guard up
Then you probably out here just ballin' like Hot Sauce (uh)
I'm in another fuckin' league (my G)
I don't really care what the Ebros think
I don't really care what they need (no)
I got 'em out here actin' childish (uh)
My mama hope for an engagement (uh)
But I been focused on engagement
This entertainment, can't entertain that shit (no)
I hate doin' karaoke, but I love doin' festival (my G)
I tried to be the G.O.A.T. before I tried a vegetable (my G)
Two times out of ten, I might get a centerfold, but I ain't lookin' for a GD
Flowin' with the rap like I get it out the tap, I ain't out here lookin' for a Fiji
Yeah, I been out of bounds with it ever since I stepped in
Had to smile at the intervention
Back in Maui, I could feel the tension
Head down, workin' high tension
That's how it goes with intentions (uh)
I'm pessimistic that I'm losin' something, but I'm optimistic we can get wins
Icons tellin' me I'm reinventin' genres
Meanwhile, a hipster in pajamas sleepwalkin' through another blog post
Groundbreakin' every time I step out
You know no one took it, I just stepped down
Now the chef cookin', are you fed now (Mm)
We'll see who's hungry in the end
I gotta be (I gotta be)
Gotta be (gotta be)
Gotta be (gotta be)
(Honestly)
(Will you catch me if I fall?)
(I wanna know, I wanna know, oh)
(Whoa, oh, oh, ooh)
I gotta be everything that I could be
I gotta do this thing, honestly
Why can't I do it all? Honestly
I bet I shock 'em when I drop, I know they probably think I'm washed
I'm kettle cookin' with the chip, it's on my shoulders 'til we win
I'm gettin' older by the minute, yeah, I really had it up to here
They always lookin' like they're wingin' it, I've been plannin' every meal (mm)
Got me sippin' on this beer, ooh, and I don't even fuck with beer, no
I need some water and ideas, yeah, I gotta start to make it clear, uh
I'm kinda peepin' all the fallacy, I'm powered by the people doubtin' me
I had to eat it like a ton of calories, and the analogy is that I'm blowin' up
But I've been carryin' this weight
So I found a way and now they weighin' in on my art
But I will never let nobody second guess my heart, uh
I'm really sick of all the pageantry (mm)
And they don't even have the faculties
Yet they tryna teach me what I have to be (mm)
But they don't comprehend the packaging openin' up
Fuck my old shit, all of it sucked
Piss on them records, I shit on them records
I thank everybody who saw the potential in me
But I still had to get it inevitably
If I could, I would sit down and conversate with every hater
And try to debate 'em, I know it's subjective
But it's my objective to do it so well that it's not
You can count on me, one, two, three
When you got the vision up in you
Why would I give a fuck what they tryna see? (Uh)
How can I make such insensitive shit and be so sensitive?
I'm hypocritical, too hypercritical
It can get miserable, I'm up on Twitter, and I'm readin' into it
And the most pitiful part of the whole thing is
I wanna tweet that I'm up at the pinnacle
I wanna make 'em remember they didn't know
I wanna pound it in their head like Riddick Bowe
I gotta tell you some shit that you didn't know
Or I can let it go and just forget it
But if I forget it, then they'll never get it
But now it's all startin' to feel unforgettable, you lil' bitch
Yeah, leveled up (uh)
Fuck all that bein' benevolent
I am the best there never was (uh)
Remember, there ain't no timelines when you timeless (no)
Ain't no guidelines when you guideless (uh)
Sippin' Mai Tais, stand in top fives, knowin' my time isn't timeless
Is it tickin' it? (Tick-tick, tick-tick, tick-tick)
Please don't make me get a TikTok
Got my feet up while they flip-flop
People tryna speak for hip-hop
Got me really 'bout to call the opps out
I think if I did, I'd have an anxiety attack
But maybe they'll feel how real my raps are
Maybe they'll believe me when I say
I know I could get it if I want (uh)
But gettin' that's not gettin' that
If you don't get it how you want (uh)
I know that's privileged, but I been embraced by a community
'Cause I'm not doin' you, I'm doin' me
But I just really hope you see the you in me (yeah)
'Cause if you act cool with your guard up
Then you probably out here just ballin' like Hot Sauce (uh)
I'm in another fuckin' league (my G)
I don't really care what the Ebros think
I don't really care what they need (no)
I got 'em out here actin' childish (uh)
My mama hope for an engagement (uh)
But I been focused on engagement
This entertainment, can't entertain that shit (no)
I hate doin' karaoke, but I love doin' festival (my G)
I tried to be the G.O.A.T. before I tried a vegetable (my G)
Two times out of ten, I might get a centerfold, but I ain't lookin' for a GD
Flowin' with the rap like I get it out the tap, I ain't out here lookin' for a Fiji
Yeah, I been out of bounds with it ever since I stepped in
Had to smile at the intervention
Back in Maui, I could feel the tension
Head down, workin' high tension
That's how it goes with intentions (uh)
I'm pessimistic that I'm losin' something, but I'm optimistic we can get wins
Icons tellin' me I'm reinventin' genres
Meanwhile, a hipster in pajamas sleepwalkin' through another blog post
Groundbreakin' every time I step out
You know no one took it, I just stepped down
Now the chef cookin', are you fed now (Mm)
We'll see who's hungry in the end
I gotta be (I gotta be)
Gotta be (gotta be)
Gotta be (gotta be)
(Honestly)
Credits
Writer(s): David Burd, Jasper Harris, Eugene Tsai, Lia Liza, Davey Miramontez
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