Lyrics Just Being Honest - A1 Render

I'm like years ahead of my time
So it's not really a big deal

Just being honest
I don't fuck with a lot of you
Just being honest
I'm a pop me an adderall
Just being honest
I don't even feel sad at all
Whenever you're trying to bring me down
I'll sever your head
You can't make a sound

Yeah bitch
I won't give you a second to think
Much less two
Swallowing blues
Icing the hockey puck around the rink
Rueing the day that you ever cross me
I'm popping my shit like an ollie
Your whole get up is a folly
Baby come hop on my pedestal
You got an issue
You little bitch you
Fucking a snitch up
I'm cold as igloos
All of these bitches
Say I'm a sick dude
I made it out
Right in the knick too
Off of the Richter
Take you a picture
Ball like a Sixer
Fucking her sister
That little hoe I won't fix her
Hungry as fuck
Need me a Snickers

If I ever catch you mother fucking staring
Temper temper temper
Yeah it's flaring up
I've got the Midas touch
You a leper
I'm a just fuck
You can rep her

Just being honest
I don't fuck with a lot of you
Just being honest
I'm a pop me an adderall
Just being honest
I don't even feel sad at all
Whenever you're trying to bring me down
I'll sever your head
You can't make a sound

Several days a week
I'm fucking her on the low so discreet
Even though she might belong to the streets
She really can't get enough of my meat
I am an alien like an elite
You work so hard
That you've probably got smelly feet
And I just kick back and relax
They press record
I spit the facts
I've got a knack for that
Why see racks on racks
Pluto I've got bars
In my raps like a star
Xanax and a blunt
She leave my house
You smell runts
Hit from the back don't front
I eat her for dinner and lunch

If I ever catch you mother fucking staring
Temper temper temper
Yeah it's flaring up
I've got the Midas touch
You a leper
I'm a just fuck
You can rep her

Just being honest
I don't fuck with a lot of you
Just being honest
I'm a pop me an adderall
Just being honest
I don't even feel sad at all
Whenever you're trying to bring me down
I'll sever your head
Can't make a sound

Okay okay okay yeah
I'll do a third verse
Murder murder murder yeah
It's a third hearse
The way I'm on the microphone
Make these words burst
Now I'm all up in her head
And she wants to slurp slurp
She just swallowed kids
And I told her burp burp
But I never answer anymore
When she chirp
Yeah I kick her right out to the fucking curb
Cause I need this cheese and this bread
Like a curd

If I ever catch you mother fucking staring
Temper temper temper
Yeah it's flaring up
I've got the Midas touch
You a leper
I'm a just fuck
You can rep her

Just being honest
I don't fuck with a lot of you
Just being honest
I'm a pop me an adderall
Just being honest
I don't even feel sad at all
Whenever you're trying to bring me down
I'll sever your head
You can't make a sound