Honest

Rayless

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I pull up on a suicide-doors
I just want the feel of some more
I’mma be honest
I’mma be honest
I’mma be honest yeah yeah
Fuck it now I'm already a step up
Fed up of just living down-low
I’mma be honest
I’mma be honest

My life was gettin’ messy
Always tripping falling when this past was testing
Feeling bad, sippin’ till I'm getting aggressive
I don’t wanna go back to the day you left me
Waiting for you calling back

Now I load this cash in
You don’t know my past I was fallin’ on my knees
In the backseat, now I'm countin’ commas I don’t need
Never had nobody lit a finger for my tears
Fuck you people talking me down
I been making music while they living in a lie
Never had a penny still I'm grinding all the time
Look how now I push it so high, let this cash fly
Did my shit with no connection
Working for my blessings
I'm left with my music all alone that shit my passion
Pourin' up some bad shit
Now I run it up it’s all action
Foreign now I let it old fashioned
Foreign now I let it old fashioned

I never had someone
I was left alone
But now you know why I try
To go up so high
I'm filling up the emptiness of what I got inside
Coz I don’t wanna cry
I wanna feel alive
This money gon’ fly

If I pull up on a suicide doors, I just want the feel of sumn more I'ma be honest

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