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finese2tymes - the honest god truth lyrics

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 lyrics

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