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marqus turner - honesty كلمات أغنية

[verse 1]
yeah i don’t got time for the s___
yea i’m on my grind lil b___h
yea i’m making moves, i’m in my groove
and i ain’t got nothing to lose
i mean what i say, i say what i mean
i am a one‑man team
yeah my bars so cold they like mr. freeze
so when i blow you out the water do you feel the breeze
f___ it let’s get this s___ rocking
i’m on my hustle and it ain’t no stopping
females, they blow up my phone, they steady be flocking
pop out they t___ies ’cause a n___a popping
they only start joshing when i’m in my mode
eating these beats like noodles on the stove
quit blowing me up, i’m working on my rhodes
trynna get rich and rock custom gabo’s
keep it in your panties shorty, i’m good
know it’s a lot of envy in the hood
i am the second coming of my city
don’t give a d_mn if they not rocking wit’ me
i’ma still write these hooks that leave n___as shook
f___ cutting corners, do this by the book
’cause when i get on ain’t n0body stopping me
that’s my philosophy — shout out to kc ’cause i did not buy the piece
[hook]
i’m being honest baby
this ain’t no promise, i’m being honest, this ain’t a sonnet
you say you want the truth but you don’t want it baby
yeah yeah (oh)

darling i see that you don’t need that
baby i promise i don’t read comments
you say you want this but you don’t wanna
please stop the nonsense
please stop the nonsense

[post‑hook]
na, na, na, na

brain going state to state
no i cannot win this race

na, na, na, na

i’m losing my mind
too many tears i done cried

[verse 2]
yeah i don’t got sp_ce to think — emotions and rhymes in sync
i’m ready to blow, my beats on go, spitting undetected flows
my word is bond, my bond is my word
pg singing _surfing bird_
good things, they always come on the third
the state of the world is absurd
bars froggy — they leap like a toad
screaming woah, now i’m back on road
rocking every crowd at all my shows
keep spitting n___a, word to all my bros
i’m one deep till i’m six feet
the underground from the beat street
trynna be rich in miami and tell my mammy
how them lessons came in handy
’cause i ain’t never had that s___
never had an ap on my wrist
chilling on the plane drinking champagne with a bad b___h
hit a couple l!cks in the hood, yeah n____ i’m a savage, yeah
i’m still a nappy‑headed n___a from the block
running up the street yelling “we won’t stop”
and we gon’ rock the s___ ’til the wheels fall off
i got that call, i fell to the floor in awe
screaming “momma, i made it!”
(made it)
[hook]
i’m being honest baby
this ain’t no promise, i’m being honest, this ain’t a sonnet
you say you want the truth but you don’t want it baby
yeah yeah (oh)

darling i see that you don’t need that
baby i promise i don’t read comments
you say you want this but you don’t wanna
please stop the nonsense
please stop the nonsense

[post‑hook]
na, na, na, na

skip the senior lock‑in just to go lock in

na, na, na, na

started a label in my pigeon coupe
now these chicken heads trynna get scooped

- marqus turner

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