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

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