Being Honest (Remix) Lyrics by Kay Flock & G Herbo
‘Stand this
You’re changing, I can’t stand it
My heart can’t take this damage
And the way I feel, can’t stand it
Mmm, I don’t understand this
How you love me? I’m up in the booth
Said I’m lying, like show me the proof
Get in my bag, put a sixth in a deuce
She like, “Who Wockesha?” Bitch, that’s juice
And you can’t walk a mile in my shoes
You ain’t throw as much shots as I threw
You don’t tote on the Glock like I do
And you definitely don’t bend that block like I do
Lately, I’ve been feelin’ alone
But I’m clutchin’ my chrome
Pray to my mama I’m gon’ make it home
Twenty missed calls, I ain’t answer my phone
Then I heard JB ain’t make it home
They say, “Flocka, keep up and be strong”
Nah, why? ‘Cause that shit was wrong
And I told him to keep that bitch on ‘im
I got my front, but is you behind me?
Get goofy like Martin and Gina
Or get greedy like Keisha and Tommy
Then get deady like Whitney and Bobby
I brought my pole if she think she gon’ line me
With the .30, I move extra cocky
If I ain’t dead or in jail, they can’t stop me
Gotti and Notti and Scottie, my top three
Need a smooth G to spin, call up Gotti
Sosa with knocks in ya lobby
Know a hooter who aim for skullatis
He be buggin’, his name is Lil Notti
If I tell him to get ’em, I know that he got me
So I got him, he stay right beside me
I be thinking like she movin’ Wocky
She keep tellin’ me, “Flocka, you got me”
Is you gon’ climb for me if it get rocky?
A parole shinin’ through like it’s hockey
Can’t box right now, bullets punchin’ like Ali
Gotta keep it, I know they gon’ watch me
And I know that the feds tryna lock me
Ridin’ with it, I hope they don’t stop me
If they do, then it’s gon’ be a high-speed
I pray God take the wheel, hope he got me
I don’t understand this
You’re changing, I can’t stand it
My heart can’t take this damage
And the way I feel, can’t stand it
Mmm, baby, I don’t understand this
Uh, ‘fore I focused on rap, I was sloppy
.40 Glocks used to pop where the opps be
Used to drop hollows, now I drop heat
If you speakin’ on the ‘Raq, I’m top three
I ain’t talkin’ videos, they watch me
He can’t come to his hood, that’s not me
I’m a one of one, lotta n***** took Ls on a one-on-one
Pull up, hunnid shooters and a hunnid guns
Big bro told me, “Swerv’, get shit straight”
Really made it off rap, he used to risk take
I made two-three mill’ off my mixtapes
All this ice, you would think a n**** wrist ache
I’ve been eatin’ too good, havin’ big steaks
Everybody used to hate, got the shit face
I’m like, “Long live Nip, this a marathon”
But if it really was a race, you in sixth place
Pussy, Swervo gon’ kill if you push me, uh
Gotta take drops, so I been sippin’ Basa, I used to smoke loud on a zookie
And I got security wit’ me, but lil’ bro’ll still pull up with a fully
And I’m still Humble Beast ’cause I’m from the streets
But I’m quick to pull up on my bully
You know that, go, go, go, ay, go, go, go
Face shot, Kay Flock, ay, blow
Ay, gang shit, n****, gang, gang