Lyrics Honest - K.A.A.N., Dem Jointz, Bleverly Hills

Honest

Pressed for time, ain’t enough hours in the day tho'
So I just get high and lay low
A clock ticking, and every second is like a two minute warning
Tick, tick, tick (tick, tick, tick)
I didn’t practice for this shit, I ain’t prepared for it
Pressing forward, presence dormant
Flow off kilter but shit I’m still up on it
Right in the pocket where I need to be
I feel like Elway in '93
Tons of potential, I ain’t got a ring
A lot of losses, fiending for a win
The underdog complex, it’s either me or dem
I’m 'bout to drown in the sea I’m in
I got connected with the BPM like I don’t even need a pen
I’d rather talk about the shit I feel
I give a fuck about opinions and who think it’s real, for real
I never listen man, where it get me?
Out in California, driving in the Benz counting hundreds and fifties
And that’s progression at it’s fucking best
But they would rather see me struggling and stressed, settling for less
Still in the basement doing shit for free, my nigga please
That false reality identity ain’t made for me
Made some adjustments so that I could live more comfortably
Ain’t fighting for no false beliefs when they would never fight for me
Jumped up off the fucking porch, a nigga had to spread his wings
Yeah I stuck the landing and I soared, but that was self belief
It’s too late to turn back now, I’m on this one-way
The first seat in first class, taking off on the runway
But most of these niggas got it fucked up for real though
You couldn’t have walked a mile in my shoes, that’s just not possible
You niggas don’t have the damn fortitude to beat the obstacles
I’m looking around like what should I do?
Just keep it moving
No sense in stopping or pausing, this mind state is appalling
Like Pistol Pete, I went all in
I’m just shaking defenders, I make 'em remember
My heart done turned as cold as December
In terms of roles, I played the king and man these niggas is Simba
Mustafa the stopper, M’Baku with the way that I block 'em
Don’t bring that bullshit 'round me, no
I cancel that like Nino
Am I my brothers keeper?
Yeah you goddamn right
The only problem is that just extends to me, myself and I
Nobody else, I got myself, that’s numero uno
And you would feel the same nigga, if you knew what I knew
If you done seen what I seen
If you done been where I been
I’m in the conversation like apostrophes and hyphens
These niggas getting amped off of yes men and hype men
But can’t get your career off the ground like white men
I just tell 'em be honest, eh, be a
I just tell 'em be honest, eh, be a
I think I’m beyond it, eh, be a
I said I’m beyond it, eh, be a
I tell 'em be honest, eh, be a
I said I’m beyond it, eh, be a