V Don - God's Honest lyrics

[Verse 1: Bodega Bamz] I'm from New York City my n***a, I'm never overdoin' it Thinking till I make it, "I'm too real for all that stupid sh**" 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** a retweet and a favorite Drink that Henny slow ‘cause every sip, I gotta savor it Flying South for the winter, Atlanta, Decatur f** 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**ing clip co*k the bullet in the chamber Now get these motherf**ers k**ed Load the motherf**ing clip co*k the bullet in the chamber Now get these motherf**ers k**ed Load the motherf**ing clip co*k the bullet in the chamber Now get these motherf**ers k**ed Load the motherf**ing clip co*k the bullet in the chamber Now get these motherf**ers k**ed [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 sh**, n***as clap sh** That's God's honest, you feel me? Your little hoes ain't love me A n***a nose was runny A n***a 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 [?] n***as ain't have no jokes no mo' n***as 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**ing clip co*k the bullet in the chamber Now get these motherf**ers k**ed Load the motherf**ing clip co*k the bullet in the chamber Now get these motherf**ers k**ed Load the motherf**ing clip co*k the bullet in the chamber Now get these motherf**ers k**ed Load the motherf**ing clip co*k the bullet in the chamber Now get these motherf**ers k**ed