Honest Songtext
von Asco

Look
It′s like them niggas be some hasbeens
Me, I really had tings
And I still got it, mad
So I still got em mad
And I ain't gotta brag
Real life, I′m really modest
In real life, she just wanna slop it
That don't make you no slag, baby
You just being honest
New Mulli piece horrid, I've had runs like Forrest
Ha
And I never been a novice I was at the cooker for an hour straight
But it was never locking
I still got it popping
Ever since I gave them peng they ain′t never stopped copping
My Trap′s 24s they don't never stop knocking
Couple man I grew with, I no longer rock with
They was in it for the clout
Ha


And me I′m heavy on the clout
And I've always been about everything I said I′m bout
Put the whole ends on, & bought all the killys out
When they popped down, niggas try kick me on the ground
But I was never down, stayed up like seven
Linked this baddie half six, she was ucking by seven
She don't wanna do me one up
Wanna fuck me with her bredrin
They just want some henny, hard dick with some leverage
And one of them a lighty and the other one a honkey
That′s just how they want me, true I been away for donkeys
I stayed straight and they wonky
See this Mulli shit forever cah its in me and not on me
It's time for the world to see us
We've been hidden in them jail cells
We got the best music and I′m hearing that′s what sells well
I still throw up 21s a piece if it's a boat sale
Bro try snake me for a link when he can have it
Cah I got a bigger plug
He′s dealing with some bigger baggage
I just fuck them both off I'm running up this p′s rapid
Used to run the streets people used to call me Tragic
Had a genius' brain, but they just want me for my badness
Because we grew up taking aim, we really grew up doing damage
Before we stack up on that bread like a peanut butter sandwich
Beat the odds every single year from when I landed
I′m still here wishing for a girl I've never had
One that's into personalities more than she tryna brag
If it ever pops down, is she with me through the bad?
Cah naturally, we′re grinders always come home with the bag
But can she step into my life, not take away, or can she add?
I′m clean now, and clean then was never dirty as a kid
My big ting on extend I'll leave a 30 on your strip
Even in the West End, I used to bring a dirty stick
Them times Vix & Poops my best men
Most of my brothers I love they′re still living in the pen
And they don't let nobody in, so they don′t ever get to vent
And I don't sugarcoat shit I only say it how it went
The best thing about this loyalty, it never don′t end