Gods Honest Lyrics

[Verse 1: Bodega Bamz]
I'm from New York City my nigga, I'm never overdoin' it
Thinking till I make it, "I'm too real for all that stupid shit"
Murder music, I'm provin' enough to make this lead fly
Jiggy like I'm mason and witty like I'm from Bed-Stuy (Biggie)
R.I.P. but I'm a Tanboy
Took a camera crew with me to see me hand to hand, boy
Sitcom I'm a stand boy
Pay that commissary get my people out that can boy
f*ck a retweet and a favorite
Drink that Henny slow ‘cause every sip, I gotta savor it
Flying South for the winter, Atlanta, Decatur
f*ck True Religion, I'm the savior, curly hair with the razor
In the morning say a prayer, "God forgive"
But I'm not him, and I got bills, and I got kids to look after
This ain't no reggaeton, I'm a Latin rapper
If I could take your life away then I could dig the hole after

[Hook: Bodega Bamz]
Load the motherf*cking clip
Cock the bullet in the chamber
Now get these motherf*ckers killed
Load the motherf*cking clip
Cock the bullet in the chamber
Now get these motherf*ckers killed
Load the motherf*cking clip
Cock the bullet in the chamber
Now get these motherf*ckers killed
Load the motherf*cking clip
Cock the bullet in the chamber
Now get these motherf*ckers killed

[Verse 2: Joell Ortiz]
God forgive me, I'm armed with millis
My squad is silly, armed robbery, chilly
Ice mug marksman fiendin' to launch A million little pellets in your heart's artery, really
This ain't no rap shit, niggas clap shit
That's God's honest, you feel me?
Your little hoes ain't love me
A nigga nose was runny
A nigga clothes was bummy
My mommy ain't have no money
So I'm back and forth to that sto'
For them trap trappers you know
But what happens after you go
A couple times and they start to like you
Yep, my first package was blow
Lil Ido traffickin' snow
That's the nickname that they gave me, now I got Bo Jackson [?]
Niggas ain't have no jokes no mo'
Niggas knew my hands a go
But they heard I back out that fo' fo'
They wondering if my cannon blow
But nobody wants to be the first to find out
Lucky them ‘cause I'd a blew they mind out
Young dumb and stupid with nobody to put me in time out
Yeah I went the rhyme route, what y'all know what I'm 'bout?
I move tan, boy, now I move with the Tanboys, let me find out

[Hook: Bodega Bamz]
Load the motherf*cking clip
Cock the bullet in the chamber
Now get these motherf*ckers killed
Load the motherf*cking clip
Cock the bullet in the chamber
Now get these motherf*ckers killed
Load the motherf*cking clip
Cock the bullet in the chamber
Now get these motherf*ckers killed
Load the motherf*cking clip
Cock the bullet in the chamber
Now get these motherf*ckers killed

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