Honest Remix (Showtime)

My nigga been hustlin' tryna make him something Ain't no tellin' what he'd do for the paper Funny thing is if you know Everything else just for show Cause you gotta act a fool on a hater Remember the dreams we had Big rims, coats and Easy Mac Scotty rocked Hurrache’s My Adidas had the cheesy strap Now it’s Calvin Klein, St. Laurent, Louis carryon’s Shorty carry strong shit be bomb Call it “Know Saddam” Bad bitch have you burning bread- is the toaster on? Sling dat provolone Run my block Don Corleone When I’m home Running three corners like a Toblerone Niggas scared to ask about my future so I pose it for them Where you been? Where you at nigga? I be like shitting on your life I’m glad asked nigga Hop up on a Future beat to rap about the past with ya Ironic I thought it but none the less hear me blast niggas Straight Mr. Cee how they playing both sides Forever’s just a moment when you wasting no time Every star that burns in sky don’t shine and every nigga say they chasing paper won’t grind Show time Every nigga fighting, praying they make it to show time Patience is a virtue- hone your craft and hit that slow grind Everybody gotta heart but I’m willing to show mine For this music shit I give you all of my life Started at the bottom Chillin' at the bottom Praying Destiny gon’ give me what she promised Cause all I see is poverty and niggas loving llamas And Lord knows I’ma target with this vicious anger problems So when I get run up on and done up Are the angels gone come up Or will Lucifer come down Smiling like “boy you fucked now” Lord tell me please When I’m gone, all I want is happy memories My nigga been hustlin' tryna make him something Ain't no tellin' what he'd do for the paper Funny thing is if you know Everything else just for show Cause you gotta act a fool on a hater Started at the bottom Chillin' at the bottom Praying Destiny gon' give me what she promised Cause all I see is poverty and niggas loving llamas And Lord knows I’ma target with this vicious anger problems So when I get run up on and done up Are the angels gone come up Or will Lucifer come down Smiling like “boy you fucked now” Lord tell me please When I’m gone, all I want is happy memories My nigga been hustling tryna- Scratch that DoubleUp been coming tryna- Scratch that Everything else just for show Check my feelings at the door Cause I know I’ll hear a lot from a hater