HONEST

Yeah, uh

Lotta people that I trust, but I can't give two fucks

I had a blower in my bag; I kept the ratchet tucked

This fucking pussy was a fag; we turned his faggot up (bean)

I'm not sure if we gon' make it, but we'll tie it up

Yeah

What is love, bitch? You know that I don't fuck with love

I put her trust and my respect right on this Bentley truck

This shit is silly, y'all; I took a bean and feel like God

Man, why you spinning on my partners? Fuck it, kill 'em all

I don't know this pain

This feeling new to me; it's strange

I'm a shooter in the paint, but I can take this bitch long range

Fuck the talking—are you staying?

Is your mental good? You sane?

I don't know if you just playing

But it hurts me, so I'm praying

Asking, what you mad, what you mad for?

We by the Gucci store

Girl, fuck it, grab the whole store

I can't fuck with whores; I'm leaving, time to close the door

Say you running out on me, so what I had you for?

They fuck it, I got it; they fuck it, I got it

And we moving exotic

I might blow that bitch—I'm toxic, exotic

Is they talking exotic?

I'm on my shit, motherfucker, I promise

I gotta make it out, render the projects

What the fuck? I'm just honest

Yeah

Promise, I'm honest, uh

And I promise this shit got me feel—

I promise this shit got me honest

And I promise this shit got you killed

I promise that I ain't gon' rot this

And I promise that I'm finna make it out

And I ain't gonna talk from the projects