Lyrics honesty - Marcus King
Said
I'm
the
livin
proof
And
it's
time
to
speak
the
truth
Gotta
be
Gotta
be
Gotta
be
honest
with
you
So
this
the
fuckin
move
Mmm,
do
what
I
gotta
do
Gotta
be
Gotta
be
Gotta
be
honest
with
you
There's
beauty
in
the
struggle,
ugliness
in
the
success
Most
niggas
live
a
life
full
pain
and
regret
Ain't
no
way
to
escape
all
this
stress
Except
when
I'm
with
the
people
who
showin
me
what's
best
I'm
remembering
all
the
times
I
kept
shit
on
my
chest
It
weighed
heavier
than
I
could
get
on
bench
press
From
that
point
on
it
was
baby
steps,
no
room
to
think
whats
next
Cause
if
I
thought
too
far
ahead,
I'd
be
a
fuckin
mess
No
multi-taskin,
or
my
brain
attackin
My
body
like
a
civil
war,
tell
my
lord,
release
the
crackin
Lets
get
it
poppin,
tell
me
what
would
happen
You
mix
the
pot
wit
KXNG,
well
then
you
get
some
magic
Don't
get
twisted,
this
is
only
fractions
Could
you
imagine
if
I
recorded
tracks
inside
all
this
madness
Marchin
with
my
brothers,
tryna
make
it
out
them
brackets
but
the
fact
is
This
time
ain't
go
how
we
planned
it
With
all
the
shit
that
we
been
through
I'ma
need
Phil
Jackson
to
show
me
what
that
zen
do
For
real
Meditation
to
clear
my
mind,
fighting
for
better
times,
while
in
this
thing
we
callin
life
Picture
the
state,
no
freeze
frame,
just
capture
whats
on
my
mind,
I'm
lost
in
a
dream
phase
Never
get
to
experience,
all
of
the
shit
that
he
say,
or
maybe
you
do
It's
just
in
a
different
way,
fuck
Said
I'm
the
livin
proof
And
it's
time
to
speak
the
truth
Gotta
be
Gotta
be
Gotta
be
honest
with
you
So
this
the
fuckin
move
Mmm,
do
what
I
gotta
do
Gotta
be
Gotta
be
Gotta
be
honest
with
you
When
the
light
be
dim,
people
showin
they
true
characters
We
gettin
older,
this
life
is
just
gettin
scarier
I
never
knew
it
before,
till
anxiety
was
at
my
front
door
in
the
mornin
Over
and
over
we
gettin
closer
to
moments,
of
breakdowns
and
foldin,
and
only
people
who
the
closest
Get
to
see
it
when
I
show
it,
so
lets
freeze
for
the
moment,
gotta
keep
it
going
Thats
why
I
call
this
honest,
cause
honestly
I'm
product
of
bad
feelins
and
negative
thoughts
causin
a
problem
Thats
turning
me
alcoholic,
I
really
wish
I
was
ballin,
tell
me
what
do
I
call
it,
I'm
feelin
just
like
I'm
fallin
Out
of
the
sky,
from
ridin
a
mile
high,
but
not
in
the
high
club
that
you
thinkin
of,
nah
In
this
shit,
I
be
all
by
myself,
feel
so
alone,
just
screamin
out
that
I
need
me
some
help,
yeah
Screamin
out
that
I
need
me
some
help,
uh
Think
I
left
my
heart
on
the
shelf,
yeah
Said
these
pants
is
harder
to
fit,
uh
Give
me
some
time
to
tighten
the
belt,
yeah
Internally
trapped,
feel
like
I
am
A
natural
born
leader,
but
lately
I'm
not
the
man,
that
I
claim
to
be
And
while
my
family
is
proud
of
me,
this
shit
just
hit
the
fan,
you
know
that
wasn't
the
plan
This
shit
just
hit
the
fan,
you
know
that
wasn't
the
plan
Yeah
Shit
just
hit
the
fan,
you
know
that
wasn't
the
plan
Lets
get
it
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