God's Honest

[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 Tan Boy 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 Flying 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 [Hook: Bodega Bamz] Load the motherfucking clip Cock the bullet in the chamber Now get these motherfuckers killed Load the motherfucking clip Cock the bullet in the chamber Now get these motherfuckers killed Load the motherfucking clip Cock the bullet in the chamber Now get these motherfuckers killed Load the motherfucking clip Cock the bullet in the chamber Now get these motherfuckers 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 Little [?] traffic in snow That's the nickname that they gave me now I got [?] 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 Tan Boys, let me find out [Hook: Bodega Bamz] Load the motherfucking clip Cock the bullet in the chamber Now get these motherfuckers killed Load the motherfucking clip Cock the bullet in the chamber Now get these motherfuckers killed Load the motherfucking clip Cock the bullet in the chamber Now get these motherfuckers killed Load the motherfucking clip Cock the bullet in the chamber Now get these motherfuckers killed