Artist: Jae Millz f/ Steve Reason Album: Dead Presidents 2 (Mixtape) Song: Pure Honesty Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Intro] Let me get a lil delay Nothing that crazy tho Uh It's my type of go hard right here Serious Sam Aha, yea Oh Aha Turn the beat down a little bit Not that much Smoke something bitch [Verse 1] Niggaz who been getting money since the 80's will tell you I'm a I'll nigga I get love from real niggaz who done killed niggaz Hitmen for hire, homicidal skill niggaz Where I'm from it ain't no hustlers leave in wheels nigga They don't never expect to die, they just stay fresh and fly Fuck me, there's something behind, look at them wheels nigga But I'm way smarter than your average guy mister From the streets of Nick Bonds but I'm on Guy Fischer No sugar coatin, I keep it real if I ride with ya I put paint on my wings and create a fly picture The world's simpleminded so I make my rhymes clearer They call it dumbin down, I say I'm simplifyin mirrors Yankee fitted on my skull when I bought planes Coupe so big, it feel like I'm in all the lanes I son rappers like I went up in they moms unprotected These niggaz can't go back to they hoods, they don't respect it [Chorus] Bail with yo team, that's the only way to do it Think of a masterplan, then execute it Mama always told me I could do it But the streets will make a young nigga ruthless uh Stayin sucka free I shine And I walk a million miles, took the smiles on my child hah They hatin all the nigga tryna get it Yea I know, but I ain't mad that's just the way it go Goes, goes That's why I keep one roll Just in case it's my time to go [Verse 2] Girls who been fly since Biggie was alive I tell you I'm a smooth nigga I'm so Harlem, so high but still cool nigga Look in the mirror, ask yourself who is you nigga You're nobody, your identity is your jewels nigga I was raised with staircase dice games Until the 200 meter dash When cops go find a roof and pop one Come down stairs out the next building, nice and plain Be back with your homeys and finish up that dice game Might leave that game with a nice gain Or you might leave that game with some light change Fuck it, just another day at the office Semi-automatics for niggaz that want a office That's just life, I'm grindin get it, that's just a price You say my girl ain't the baddest? I say she just right I do it for the niggaz with Rolls Royce dreams Minus the ginger, we just wanna live like Rothstein [Chorus] Bail with yo team, that's the only way to do it Think of a masterplan, then execute it Mama always told me I could do it But the streets will make a young nigga ruthless uh Stayin sucka free I shine And I walk a million miles, took the smiles on my child hah They hatin all the nigga tryna get it Yea I know, but I ain't mad that's just the way it go Goes, goes That's why I keep one roll Just in case it's my time to go