Lil Amiri - Honest lyrics
[Lil Amiri - Honest lyrics]
Shout out to joe and chris
It's a.p on my wrist
With just a hint of arrogance to be honest
Tryna get inside your mind
Without that night shift
To be honest i may have embellished
Real brudda, that's just how i'm built
I'm an mc still as honest
I would sleep blinded from fright
While dad was makin' some bread
For that living large
But mama i ain't done yet
Gotta work now, sweat
And hustle for the bread
I don't know what ya'll heard
But hip hop ain't dead
My swagger's straight through the roof, boy
Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich
Feeble prayers to fit in bread
Crumbs in their stay
What the feigns say
Few roaches you need spray
We wake up, i go to work, she leave out
Bring in that bread, but never loaf around
Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich
I'm ballin bruh, you stallin boy
I’m in the air boy, diamonds clear boy
Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich
Or the comb in my head enough
Said we need the bread
Sad but it's true
But i ain't on ya level yet
Shout out to joe and chris
It's a.p on my wrist
With just a hint of arrogance to be honest
Tryna get inside your mind
Without that night shift
To be honest i may have embellished
Real brudda, that's just how i'm built
I'm an mc still as honest
It's a.p on my wrist
With just a hint of arrogance to be honest
Tryna get inside your mind
Without that night shift
To be honest i may have embellished
Real brudda, that's just how i'm built
I'm an mc still as honest
I would sleep blinded from fright
While dad was makin' some bread
For that living large
But mama i ain't done yet
Gotta work now, sweat
And hustle for the bread
I don't know what ya'll heard
But hip hop ain't dead
My swagger's straight through the roof, boy
Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich
Feeble prayers to fit in bread
Crumbs in their stay
What the feigns say
Few roaches you need spray
We wake up, i go to work, she leave out
Bring in that bread, but never loaf around
Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich
I'm ballin bruh, you stallin boy
I’m in the air boy, diamonds clear boy
Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich
Or the comb in my head enough
Said we need the bread
Sad but it's true
But i ain't on ya level yet
Shout out to joe and chris
It's a.p on my wrist
With just a hint of arrogance to be honest
Tryna get inside your mind
Without that night shift
To be honest i may have embellished
Real brudda, that's just how i'm built
I'm an mc still as honest