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letra de the honest god truth - finese2tymes

the honest god truth lyrics
[intro]
aye lou, this what imma do
imma do 12, then imma talk to the people
then imma 12 more then imma talk to the people some more
then imma do 8 more then i want you to cut this motherf-cker completely off
yea, black migo

[verse 1]
first off, money ain’t sh-t to a n-gga like me
true religions, no belt, and a white tee
n-ggas turnin to dikes
hoes livin’ for likes
n-ggas losin’ they stripes
i believe in god but in this steel i trust
i’m on kush, i’m on lean, i’m on pills the f-ck
f-ck a b-tch cause i’m stressed out
tryna bank that’s your best out
cause these n-ggas tellin’, felons with weapons
if i beef with a n-gga then imma beef with ’em separate
ain’t no gangs involved, i’m a man before all that
couple n-ggas done called, i’m just waitin’ on a call back

[skit]
yea i done talked to a couple n-ggas but just to be real
i don’t think these n-ggas see me like i see myself
these n-ggas don’t know what they got on they hands
see that n-gga didn’t know what he had on his hands
but i’m prayin’ for you, i wish you the best of luck homie
[verse 2]
yea he lied to me, yea he stole from me
had so much anger i wanted to take his soul from ’em
but i can’t move forward, if i hold grudges
n-gga i’m satisfied i coulda been aborted
i just can’t stand a n-gga that got feminine ways
that n-gga tried to play me cheap like the minimum wage
and i ain’t tellin you the story, this the after phase
i started dumpin’ he was swervin’ i got out the play
twelve came i was sh-ttin’ bricks
cause if he dead they finna give me eighty-six
i called them playas for some fruitful and some aid-assist
his closest n-gga told me ‘cool it you know he a b-tch’

[skit]
see, i told myself before i wrote this song i was gunna tell the honest god truth
but, n-gga sh-t happens, life goes on n-gga, bigger milestones ahead n-gga

[verse 3]
they wanna rat me out and send me to the joint
they wanna catch me with thirty-six in a trunk
and an automatic pump, so they can have me forever
but i just wanna have a b-tch say they gone hide us together
some rode some fold under pressure
some bold some told on they self
poppin’ bottles pourin’ mo’ with my n-gga
now i’m cryin’ pourin’ mo’ on my n-gga
(b-tch)

- finese2tymes

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