Being Honest (Remix)

'Stand this

You're changing, I can't stand it

My heart can't take this damage

And the way I feel, can't stand it

Mmm, I don't understand this

How you love me? I'm up in the booth

Said I'm lying, like show me the proof

Get in my bag, put a sixth in a deuce

She like, "Who Wockesha?" Bitch, that's juice

And you can't walk a mile in my shoes

You ain't throw as much shots as I threw

You don't tote on the Glock like I do

And you definitely don't bend that block like I do

Lately, I've been feelin' alone

But I'm clutchin' my chrome

Pray to my mama I'm gon' make it home

Twenty missed calls, I ain't answer my phone

Then I heard JB ain't make it home

They say, "Flocka, keep up and be strong"

Nah, why? 'Cause that shit was wrong

And I told him to keep that bitch on 'im

I got my front, but is you behind me?

Get goofy like Martin and Gina

Or get greedy like Keisha and Tommy

Then get deady like Whitney and Bobby

I brought my pole if she think she gon' line me

With the .30, I move extra cocky

If I ain't dead or in jail, they can't stop me

Gotti and Notti and Scottie, my top three

Need a smooth G to spin, call up Gotti

Sosa with knocks in ya lobby

Know a hooter who aim for skullatis

He be buggin', his name is Lil Notti

If I tell him to get 'em, I know that he got me

So I got him, he stay right beside me

I be thinking like she movin' Wocky

She keep tellin' me, "Flocka, you got me"

Is you gon' climb for me if it get rocky?

A parole shinin' through like it's hockey

Can't box right now, bullets punchin' like Ali

Gotta keep it, I know they gon' watch me

And I know that the feds tryna lock me

Ridin' with it, I hope they don't stop me

If they do, then it's gon' be a high-speed

I pray God take the wheel, hope he got me

I don't understand this

You're changing, I can't stand it

My heart can't take this damage

And the way I feel, can't stand it

Mmm, baby, I don't understand this

Uh, 'fore I focused on rap, I was sloppy

.40 Glocks used to pop where the opps be

Used to drop hollows, now I drop heat

If you speakin' on the 'Raq, I'm top three

I ain't talkin' videos, they watch me

He can't come to his hood, that's not me

I'm a one of one, lotta **** took Ls on a one-on-one

Pull up, hunnid shooters and a hunnid guns

Big bro told me, "Swerv', get shit straight"

Really made it off rap, he used to risk take

I made two-three mill' off my mixtapes

All this ice, you would think a **** wrist ache

I've been eatin' too good, havin' big steaks

Everybody used to hate, got the shit face

I'm like, "Long live Nip, this a marathon"

But if it really was a race, you in sixth place

Pussy, Swervo gon' kill if you push me, uh

Gotta take drops, so I been sippin' Basa, I used to smoke loud on a zookie

And I got security wit' me, but lil' bro'll still pull up with a fully

And I'm still Humble Beast 'cause I'm from the streets

But I'm quick to pull up on my bully

You know that, go, go, go, ay, go, go, go

Face shot, Kay Flock, ay, blow

Ay, gang shit, ****, gang, gang