Chess - Being Honest

{intro: xxxtentacion & chess}
‘stand this
You’re changing, i can’t stand it
My heart can’t take this damage (can’t take this damage)
And the way i feel, can’t stand it (that nigga chess, ayy)
Mmm, i don’t understand this

{verse 1: chess}
Who got me when i’m goin’ through shit
Famous but i’m still totin’ a grip
They want the drop, i ain’t post in the whip
Ain’t drivin’ by, we gon’ post on they strip
They don’t know who they goin’ against
I don’t care who they goin’ to get
40 wit’ me got a chip on my shoulder
I let it go and your shoulder get chipped
Mama love said she knew i been stressed
But she see me doin’ my best
Movin’ correctly i’m choosin’ my steps
Runnin’ (run in) the streets ain’t no losin’ my breath
Mask down but they knew it was chess
Couplе of real niggas who i respect
Usеd to be more but a few of ‘em left
Now it’s only a few of ‘em left
Everyone goes so i won’t get attached
I can’t front it’s no holdin’ (hole in) me back
I won’t let a bitch throw me off track
Fuck her then she get thrown in the track
Movin’ wocky ain’t know how to act
Bein’ toxic i told her relax
It’s how wit’ me i be feelin’ like ruby
‘cause i love lil’ bro to the max
I lost keke it ruined me literally
Jada just had me losing the will of me
Now this bitch goin’ stupid like hilary
I’m glad i don’t go through that wit’ brittany
Hurtin’ you, bae i ain’t do it intentionally
Know how it is when your dude in the industry
Ain’t tryna make no excuses but this is me
Kinda felt like i ruined the chemistry
Honestly don’t know how you be forgivin’ me
Ain’t no bitch realer than you and it’s hittin’ me
Damn

{bridge: chess & pnb rock}
Girl, you’re makin’ it hard for me (makin’ it hard for you)
I was makin’ it hard for you (girl, you’re makin’ it hard for me)

{verse 2: chess}
And i’m good on the block like a goalie
Got too many niggas like why i be doly?
Some of these niggas is not really homies
Watchin’ my watch, why your eyes on my rollie?
I just do me, i been good since a shorty
Tryna take over the hood in they forties
Shakin’ my head, look at you, corny
I been through shit that you put in your stories
Pullin’ up on me ain’t really smart
Fuck around leave your brains in the park
Coroners finna trace him in chalk
Had to get low, couldn’t wait for the narcs
A young nigga that came from the bronx
From the mud like we played in the swamp
Say they steppers but ain’t really stomped
Say they steppers but ain’t really, ayy

{outro: xxxtentacion & chess}
I don’t understand this (nigga chess, man)
You’re changing, i can’t stand it (cakelyfe)
My heart can’t take this damage (heart can’t take this damage, yeah)
And the way i feel, can’t stand it (uh)
Mmm, i don’t understand this (lifeline shit)