Testo HONEST - Lancey Foux
Testo della canzone HONEST (Lancey Foux), tratta dall'album FIRST DEGREE
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I know myself and this ain't me (yeah, yeah)
Post myself on the internet, but this ain't me, yeah
I keep it cool and show respect, but this ain't me (yeah)
I pour my heart out to the mic, ain't tryna tweet (ain't tryna tweet)
I don't need no hook 'cause I know the fish ain't gon' see it (yeah)
'Bout to write a book, and I'm the only one that's gon' read it, yeah (yeah)
My point bein', you ain't gotta feel it, I feel it, yeah (yeah, ooh)
This shit too lame, but I am the fool for playin' this game
Only got myself to blame, I wish these niggas never knew my name
I wish I never spat no rap, but thank God, 'cause it took me out the trap
All that talk, take me out the chat, please-please, God, take me out the cap (ch-yeah)
You can ask my hood, I was a style icon before I rapped (yeah)
I get love in real life, I don't need double taps (I don't need)
Some of my fans young as 14, it's mad (it's mad)
'Cause I was 14 when I got stabbed, by 15, I seen the racks (yeah)
By 16, I seen a strap (yeah), 'bout 17, whippin' and drivin' (hey)
I was 18, fuckin' two baddies (huh)
At 19, I nearly got seven years for heroin inside that baggie (true stories)
I'm 25, and I got so many problems that still ain't vanish
I'm certified, you can ask my ex-chick or your favorite rapper (huh?)
It hurts that I gotta chain myself, I feel like an actor (feel like an actor)
'Cause when I was bein' myself, they call me a character (I'm a character, yeah)
Still, I back up, my life too real, I can't even put all the facts up (ch-yeah)
I was so broke, yeah, I was down
Just last week, I spent a hunnid thou' (spent a thou')
This "LIFE IN HELL" for real, it ain't just the album (hey, yeah)
My head above water, but I can't wait to drown (I can't wait to drown)
I can get a nigga wacked, so I ain't gon' sweat it (I ain't gon' sweat it)
When I was depressed, I still made sure my niggas go and get it (ch-yeah)
When I was depressed, I sat there, I had to be my own medic (nah, nah)
I was a real pill popper, I mixed the Perc' with the X, yeah (with the X)
I feel like I've been through every stage, fam
I feel like I've been through a lot of shit (ooh-ooh, oh-whoa)
But people didn't see, so they, they can't necessarily understand how I got here
Or how I got to this style or how I got to this
To this point in my life, you know I'm sayin'?
I really did this shit, I really been everywhere, I really (yeah)
I'm a young OG in that sense, know I'm sayin'? (Yeah-yeah, ch-yeah)
I used to call up a baddie and drop off the dough (trust)
She know she ridin', she comes, and she go (uh-huh)
Way before rap, my lines were blown
Everybody quiet when I'm on the phone (phew)
Seen niggas die, the roads are cold (yeah, when I'm down)
Seen niggas die, the roads are cold (ooh, yeah)
That's why I ain't afraid to pack up and go (yeah-yeah)
They love you more when you ain't with 'em no more (true stories)
I left so many codes in Friend or Foux (oh, whoa)
When I'm dead, I'm gone, that's when you know (yeah-yeah)
Yeah (crazy), yeah, hey, hey, yeah, yeah
Just gotta tell them, tell them how I feel sometimes
Yeah, hey, hey, yeah
Na-na-na, yeah, hey, hey, yeah, uh-huh-huh (hey)
Credits
Writer(s): Jassu Mallory, Benjamin Saint Fort, Patrick James Saint Fort, Lance Omal
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