Lyrical Breakdown of Honestly (feat. G Herbo) 🅴 - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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Honestly (Ayy, Southside, where you get all that drip?) Honestly Everything I wanna be Gotta work 'til it come to me Ain't wanna be no wannabe Enemies they under me Honestly I wanna be On the beach, white sand up under me Comfortably (Comfortably) I just want 100 G's (100 G's), foreign V's (Foreign V's), Louis V (Louis V) They like, "who is he?" Honestly when I was broke as fu-, you ain't notice me You thought days I was posted up At the county jail where I'm 'posed to be Now young ni- eating overly, I got hunnids old as trees And money don't grow on trees But I'm gon' blow it like leaves, ayy Pull up with turbo V's, ayy, two-door AMG's, ayy I started witnessing some of the sh- That felt like it was make-believe, ayy Lil' ni- neck on freeze, ayy Spent 100 racks on these, ayy Seen't 'em tryna keep up and then lost everything I can't let that happen to me, ayy Feeling alive, I'm so happy to be, ayy You killing my vibe, how long you-you see me Be happy for me, ayy I'm fresh all the time, but you know my kicks ain't Buscemi Capital G Fazos, Nike need me on the payroll I just took these off a day ago, killers gon' do what I say so Angels gon' give you a halo, and we got money to lay low Now when it come to the bread, I go with it like mayo Can't let it go to my head. I had way too many days broke Honestly Honestly Everything I wanna be Gotta work 'til it come to me Ain't wanna be no wannabe Enemies, they under me Honestly I wanna be On the beach, white sand up under me Comfortably (Comfortably) I just want 100 G's (100 G's) Foreign V's (Foreign V's), Louis V (Louis V) They like, "who is he?" I say honestly I need honesty Get rich and I make my mama proud of me A young rich ni-a, that's what I'm 'bout to be Rolling gas, boy, yo sh- not loud to me I'm getting used to the fame, ni- crowding me I got demons and these brought 'em out of me I'm on my boss sh-, ain't no clowning me Let's f- up Saks Fifth, hit the town on me Me and Herbo pull up in a Bentley coupe Ain't not telling what we'll say or what we'll do Smoke Gelato out the zip, feel like jet fuel We'll never let a f- know our next move Run up them big bags, that's what we into We just some real ni-, look what we been through I put Gucci on my backpack, but I don't like school I know you may love me, but bi- I don't like you Honestly Honestly Everything I wanna be Gotta work 'til it come to me Ain't wanna be no wannabe Enemies, they under me Honestly I wanna be On the beach, white sand up under me Comfortably (Comfortably) I just want 100 G's (100 G's) Foreign V's (Foreign V's), Louis V (Louis V) They like, "who is he?", yeah