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