If im being honestt lyrics

[Intro]
(Yeah, yeah)
Ayy, f*ck

[Chorus]
I think 'bout dying like all the time, but I'm way too pus*y to do it
Had to stack on 'em, had to flex whenever, I'm gon' post with the Rolls, I'm a nuisance
I'ma still wonder why he want my head bad, huh, 'cause no one will do sh*t
Ayy, no one will do sh*t, "Stay out the way real quick," I'm like, "f*ck that"
Huh, ayy, got too depressed and overthought the album, that's another pushback
Ayy, head running and running in circles, I'm going whatever, don't look back
Ayy, tenth grade, I was tweaking with all of the pills in the bookbag

[Verse 1]
I'm like, "Huh, why? Huh, can you leave me 'lone?"
I don't wanna get a tastе, but you around the globe
Why? Why? This ain't what I hoped
I don't tеll nobody sh*t, I'm hiding behind the clout
Why? Huh, why? R.I.P. Uzi and R.I.P. [Jay?]
This sh*t get harder to cope every day
I just think 'bout my dad when I fed me a play
Go up, go down, it's a two-way street
Go up, go down, it's a two-way— damn
You was tweakin' like sh*t if you thought you the man
Pop out to the show, I got brand-new stands
[Bridge]
Pop out to the show, man, I love my fans
Huh, what? Ayy, what?
I don't got much to say, I don't really like Xans
I'll go whenever, I don't gotta spend
New clique, gotta cop brand-new pants
Chrome with the hoodie, Dior on the pants
Remember the days I was still wearin' Vans
(Huh, those days weren't that bad)
What? Huh, what, what, what, what, what? (Del-Delta)

[Verse 2]
I copped me new drip, don't like the pictures, I'll post what I want
Copped a gun just for the fashion, he a civ', no weeds in front
Ayy, it's anybody's world if you thinkin' about it
So, f*ck it, just do what you want
Ayy, just f*ck it, just do what you do
They make me, they make you
Cough my lungs out, I'm like, "f*ck," this sh*t feelin' like I got the flu
Don't tell me that we through, don't tell me that we f*cked up
That's a point of view, I'm kickin' sh*t with my lil' bro in my Mihara boots
I'm bein' honest, hell yeah, I'm sad, you just told me, "Hell yeah, I'm sad too"
I just hit London, hell yeah, I'm mad, tryna figure out where we just rendezvous
Look through my mind, man, I been tortured, but f*ck it, I'll get me a bag too
Ha-ah, uh, what?
[Chorus]
I think 'bout dying like all the time, but I'm way too pus*y to do it
Had to stack on 'em, had to flex whenever, I'm gon' post with the Rolls, I'm a nuisance
I'ma still wonder why he want my head bad, huh, 'cause no one will do sh*t
Ayy, no one will do sh*t, "Stay out the way real quick," I'm like, "f*ck that"
Huh, ayy, got too depressed and overthought the album, that's another pushback
Ayy, head running and running in circles, I'm going whatever, don't look back
Ayy, tenth grade, I was tweaking with all of the pills in the bookbag