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the honest god truth - finese2tymes 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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