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letra de being honest - kay flock

[intro: xxxtentacion]
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

[verse 1: kay flock]
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 6 in a deuce
she like “who wockeisha?” b-tch, 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 been feelin’ alone
but i’m clutchin’ my chrome
pray to my mama i’m gon make it home
20 missed calls i ain’t answer my phone
d-mn i heard jb ain’t make it home
they said flocka keep up and be strong
nah, why, causе that sh-t was wrong
and i told him to keep that b-tch on ’em
i got my front but is you behind me
gеt 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 c-cky
if i ain’t dead or in jail they can’t stop me
gotti or notii or scottie my top 3
need a smoothie to spin call up gotti
sosa with knockski in lobby
know a ooter who aim for skulloti
he be buggin’ his name is lil notti
if i tell em to get em
i know that he got me
so i got ’em 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?
parole shining through like it’s hockey
came blocks right now bullets puckin like ali
gotta keep it i know they gon watch me
and i know that the feds tryna lock me
riding with it i hope they don’t stop me
if they do it’s gon be a high speed
i pray god take the wheel hope he got me
[bridge: xxxtentacion]
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

[verse 2: kay flock]
you better up first boy you better not let ’em
hop out first you better catch ’em
they only got one up on you if you let ’em
how he talk tho you fed or you fed ’em
n-gga brody got shot i told bro i’ma dead ’em
he can’t come to this block i won’t let ’em
don’t lie he spot em he get ’em
and lil drama gon hop out and stretch ’em
dougie b he gon throw like mcgrady
balla b he be throwin like brady
ballin for jb this sh-t got no safety
when we up better duck we go crazy
when gon hit up his ligament sh-t leave em lazy
that’s on bro i got shots for who hate me
we them ebkdoagbgbabies
get back gang that’s how they raised me, like
and i told bro this gon be another one
i got booked for the chop bought another one
and i promise they won’t take my mother son
think that i’m goin’ these lil’ n-ggas dumb or sum
who these lil’ n-ggas think that i’m runnin’ from
(who these lil’ n-ggas think that i’m runnin’ from)
(they stupid, they dumb, or sum)
[outro: xxxtentacion]
mmm, 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, i don’t understand this

- kay flock

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