HONESTLY, THANK YOU Lyrics

Yeah

I ain't got shit to say

Besides like "Honestly, Thank You"

Yeah

Aye

I know the titles called "Thanks For Nothing"

But I can't help but thank you for everything that you've done

You pushed me to the edge with all your bullshit and your hate

I wrote an album talkin' shit expressing everything I've won

I've been somebody from the start

My name just wasn't out there ringing bells like every year when Santa comes

But I chopped up all the hate and jealousy to just embellishing

And now I'm boutta make em mad, boutta make em hold a grudge, hold a grudge

Always was the typa guy to go and be the different one

Only takin' good advice from people that could show me sum

I don't need a kid that only listens to that Babytron

Come and say my music wack and I should quit and take up sum

I been on that road that many people tend to steer off

Spittin on careers, yeah, I'm tryna get that smear off

It's been way to messy, yeah, I'm tryna get it cleared off

Always never trusting cause they ain't what they appear of

I know the titles called "Thanks For Nothing"

But I can't help but thank you for everything that you've done

You pushed me to the edge with all your bullshit and your hate

I wrote an album talkin' shit expressing everything I've won

I've been somebody from the start

My name just wasn't out there ringing bells like every year when Santa comes

But I chopped up all the hate and jealousy to just embellishing

And now I'm boutta make em mad, boutta make em hold a grudge, hold a grudge

I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for Pacy

I'm giving credit where credits do

Man, he's really that crazy

The way he flows shit

And all the flaws and imperfections, man, he owns it

Ain't no glazing but I know that he's a known kid

And if I blow up, man, I know who imma owe it too

Imma young dawg out of the kennel

Sorry that ur feelings hurt

I ain't know that you gentle

I'm takin' this shit to middle

I'm takin' this shit to central

Always owning my shit

I ain't using no rentals

And they talking big game

They all really judgmental

But when they put on the spot, man, they fold under pressure

Imma learn from that and make myself better

Always having opinions on the rapper that's better

So all I gotta say is that I'm built for this shit

And i'll be waiting for that text saying "Damn bro you did it" (You did it)

I know the titles called "Thanks For Nothing"

But I can't help but thank you for everything that you've done

You pushed me to the edge with all your bullshit and your hate

I wrote an album talkin' shit expressing everything I've won

I've been somebody from the start

My name just wasn't out there ringing bells like every year when Santa comes

But I chopped up all the hate and jealousy to just embellishing

And now I'm boutta make em mad, boutta make em hold a grudge, hold a grudge