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honest
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Hip-Hop/Rap
honest was released on February 14, 2026 by Jay Spayd Productions as a part of the album b4baccwoodszn2 - Single
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Release DateFebruary 14, 2026
LabelJay Spayd Productions
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM69

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jay Spayd
Jay Spayd
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lutho Siyamthanda Dlevu
Lutho Siyamthanda Dlevu
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jay Spayd
Jay Spayd
Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah, hit the club with like 50k up in my pockets
I cannot stop 'til I turn up a profit
If my mom need a hundred, I'll send a deposit
Got a watch just to flex, now I clock it
I be pluggin' these boys like a socket
Label got motion, just look at the markets
Drippin' and flowin', I feel like a faucet
This shit is easy, it's built in my noggin
I could do it again like Deja Vu
I'm with two of her friends and I cannot choose
They be gettin' too clingy to skyf my choef
Runnin' round in a Maybach coupe
Black fit, black whip, like Vader do
You no criminal boy, you ain't that smooth
I done came a long way from a middle man
Now I'm the plug, every day I be flippin' bands
Balance is crazy, I don't need a piggy bank
Drop a hundred, my music gon' bring it back
They be staring, I pull up with different swag
Cartier glasses, ain't no way my vision back
I feel like Diddy, I swear that I'm really bad
Spin my block, we gon' give you a visit back
Stop that cap, ****, just be honest
If we're being honest, Jay is the hottest
Matte black gat, and my Glock is designer
Can't believe that she slept with an artist
Shawty riding, she came with a harness
Our child gonna live like Adonis
Louis V, she gon' sleep in my garments
I been livin' rich, and it's thanks to my father
If your shawty a ten, Cousin Ricci gon' crank that ASAP
Payback, we gon' pull up in a Maybach
20 **** on the block and they pullin' up with face tats
Prayin' that we gon' make it back to safe land
I be counting mk ore money than a motherfuckin' state bank
Lay back, with a baddie with a great stance
Throwin' shade like they givin' out some Ray-Bans
Money chase to the bank, we gon' race back
Cousin Redd pullin' up in an AMG
We had a shootout, my mama gon' pay for me
Two hundred thousand a month, that's my label fee
Said I'm lacking, I swear they mistaken me
I been ballin' since learning my ABCs
Made me a band in real time, ain't no latency
When I hit 40, I know I'ma take a seat
All this bread like I'm runnin' a bakery
Started to rap, then they said that I'm dreamin
Bitch, I been preachin', swear I'm a deacon
Thought they'd defeat me by hurting my feelings
I don't care cause I'm livin' in riches
I don't care about the parties and bitches
Move with caution, my gang is malicious
When I pull up, they blowin' me kisses
I'm over this shit like I pulled up with bridges
Get in my room, make a masterpiece
I changed my life with my last release
Openin' doors, I'm the master key
100k on this fashion piece
All of these bitches been after me
They said I'm smellin' like gas and creed
Get to the function, I swear I be stealin' your hoes
Damn, I feel like a master thief
Written by: Lutho Siyamthanda Dlevu
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