Knowmads - Lets Be Honest lyrics
[Knowmads - Lets Be Honest lyrics]
Hah
First off, you’d do anything to get dough
Your style been worn pick it
Up at the thrift sto’
Sniffing, looking like you need an anti-histo
When that shit hit your throat you
Gon feel the drip slow
But this flow for the kids
With nothing to live fo'
Just bought a new biscuit I
Ain't talking to Bisco
Feeling like a shark swimming up
In a fish bowl
The fish skill shine like we throwing a disco
Name ring bells like Paince in Bristol
Making shit count like Monte Christo
But, I ain't sniff snow since
I moved to Frisco
Acting all crazy like you half way schizo
Screaming in the mic like
You off that crystal
Chill motherfucker, miss me with that shit
Bro the loud pack rumble like Nintendo 64
And making chips tripple like
You’re dealing in crypto (Braaa)
You ain't sell a dime in the streets
You at home sill grinding your teeth
(Homie lets be honest)
Weird flex but okay you don’t want that beef
Mask off you can ask bout me
(homie lets be honest)
You ain't fuckin nobody’s chick
You the only one that’s on your dick
(Homie lets be honest)
You ain't gettin money from rap
You on the gram you ain't movin a pack
(Homie lets be honest)
I ain't gotta shoot like Stockton
And you’re lying to yourself
If I ain't in your top ten
Man, I don’t even like how your face look
Made a quarter million dollars
Putting songs on Facebook sharing my advice
On how to fight depression
Kids tell me that I change
They whole life direction if you spiteful
You should ask yourself a question
Cuz that jealously is just
Another form of affection
I love you, sorry you got none to hug you
I would hate my life too
If I woke up and was you (I would)
Dawg, please, get above my shoulder
Better find someone else you
Could leave for a (Fuck that)
Ever since he got sober
He been acting all spiritual
Like Deepak Chopra
All I know about time is that
I been ahead of mine
Cuz I already made a classic
Album like seven times (And you know that)
You ain't sell a dime in the streets
You at home sill grinding your teeth
(Homie lets be honest)
Weird flex but okay you don’t want that beef
Mask off you can ask bout me
(homie lets be honest)
You ain't fuckin nobody’s chick
You the only one that’s on your dick
(Homie lets be honest)
You ain't gettin money from rap
You on the gram you ain't movin a pack
(Homie lets be honest)
And lets be honest you stupid motherfucker
You ain't got money from rap
You on instagram you ain't movin
No pack you stupid motherfucker
Go ahead ask the streets about
Me I go mask off
Blast off one two threeI used to… hahaha
First off, you’d do anything to get dough
Your style been worn pick it
Up at the thrift sto’
Sniffing, looking like you need an anti-histo
When that shit hit your throat you
Gon feel the drip slow
But this flow for the kids
With nothing to live fo'
Just bought a new biscuit I
Ain't talking to Bisco
Feeling like a shark swimming up
In a fish bowl
The fish skill shine like we throwing a disco
Name ring bells like Paince in Bristol
Making shit count like Monte Christo
But, I ain't sniff snow since
I moved to Frisco
Acting all crazy like you half way schizo
Screaming in the mic like
You off that crystal
Chill motherfucker, miss me with that shit
Bro the loud pack rumble like Nintendo 64
And making chips tripple like
You’re dealing in crypto (Braaa)
You ain't sell a dime in the streets
You at home sill grinding your teeth
(Homie lets be honest)
Weird flex but okay you don’t want that beef
Mask off you can ask bout me
(homie lets be honest)
You ain't fuckin nobody’s chick
You the only one that’s on your dick
(Homie lets be honest)
You ain't gettin money from rap
You on the gram you ain't movin a pack
(Homie lets be honest)
I ain't gotta shoot like Stockton
And you’re lying to yourself
If I ain't in your top ten
Man, I don’t even like how your face look
Made a quarter million dollars
Putting songs on Facebook sharing my advice
On how to fight depression
Kids tell me that I change
They whole life direction if you spiteful
You should ask yourself a question
Cuz that jealously is just
Another form of affection
I love you, sorry you got none to hug you
I would hate my life too
If I woke up and was you (I would)
Dawg, please, get above my shoulder
Better find someone else you
Could leave for a (Fuck that)
Ever since he got sober
He been acting all spiritual
Like Deepak Chopra
All I know about time is that
I been ahead of mine
Cuz I already made a classic
Album like seven times (And you know that)
You ain't sell a dime in the streets
You at home sill grinding your teeth
(Homie lets be honest)
Weird flex but okay you don’t want that beef
Mask off you can ask bout me
(homie lets be honest)
You ain't fuckin nobody’s chick
You the only one that’s on your dick
(Homie lets be honest)
You ain't gettin money from rap
You on the gram you ain't movin a pack
(Homie lets be honest)
And lets be honest you stupid motherfucker
You ain't got money from rap
You on instagram you ain't movin
No pack you stupid motherfucker
Go ahead ask the streets about
Me I go mask off
Blast off one two threeI used to… hahaha