Gods Honest Songtext
von Bodega Bamz

I′m from New York City my nigga, I'm never overdoin′ it
Thinkin' 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
Fuck a retweet and a favorite Drink that Henny slow 'cause every sip I gotta savor it
Flyin′ South for the winter, Atlanta, Decatur
Fuck 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