The Honest God Truth lyrics

[Intro]
Aye Lou, this what I'ma do
I'ma do twelve, then I'ma talk to the people
Then I'ma do twelve more then I'ma talk to the people some more
Then I'ma do eight 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
Ho's 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 I'ma 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 gon' 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)