Honest To God song by Hardo from Primary Album Fame-or-feds-3. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is Rap music. The Record company is unknown. Released on April 21, 2020.
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Honest To God Meaning
| [[Intro] Mix the homie *Laughing* [Verse 1 – Hardo] Look, ay Might give a fuck about this, might give a fuck about that ‘Bout to put this on the boys, ain’t give a fuck about rap So let’s keep this shit a hunnid, if we talking about facts I been running up them hunnids, doing my thing with that smack Told bro I need a hunnid, the first time I met Racks Right [?] over Stevie’s, wasn’t thinking ’bout Traps Go ask [?] you don’t believe me, then I took him to Traps We had rollies since we peewees, niggas been getting stacks I got 64 features, cause the real niggas fuck with me I ain’t never paid nobody, [?] me Kids was cap they wasn’t shooting, so he handed his gun to me Fucking right Took shooting back, that’s what it was if you fuck with me Went to jail and did my time but y’all let 6ix9ine shine But I was really at the Grammys, still got labels on line Give me one place of real importance that you been at one time Give me one state that you done toured in, put your hands up last time Really been free since like ’16, this a 4 year run Cause parole was on my ass, I sat down 30 months From the time I started rapping, now I’m over that hunch But when you real one keep it solid, that’s the way that it comes All the places I done been to, ops the closest to come Even made Wopo an offer, 70 thousand like huh Even though he didn’t accept I still had hope he the one We get lit in jail with that, so ain’t nobody that won Bands litty cut a 750 I could buy Rolls Royces Real nigga, kids straight, I could die with those choices Crib in Pittsburgh and the A can’t be stuck ’round the poison I can change a nigga life, yours real you’re joining Y’all fuck with niggas cause they dance, while I’m out taking a stance My lady wanted a man, not some nigga that’s playing But a nigga with plans, got way less haters than fans Flood the rollie with ranch, niggas die from my hands Did this verse on McQueen, where’s the believe in you nigga Gave Trap like 10 and a chain, so put the dreams in my niggas Y’all ain’t shit without bosses, see me in drama regardless Even Gil had chopped experiences, he been out them officers Plenty workers at the table, who gon’ put in the longest shift 100k off just a good day, just another accomplishment I might buy me a AP, I’m at the Clearpool with AD Who depending on this rap shit, I don’t need that to save me Go spend y’all money with SayCheese, I spend my money with A-Chi Real trappers know they had them jigs in, I was running them daily Y’all still live with y’all parents, get your momma house shot up Look at my vision the clearest, not the one to get caught up Did so much that it’s a blessing that I’m still alive Your dog might go and bring a case [?] time I could call some killers up and now you dinner time Niggas screaming free Deezlee and still ain’t sent a dime Would have thought I was another house phone, had the feds sitting on the line They gon’ try to have that rat so be smart, read through the signs Who would’ve thought I was [?], got that sack and I roll with two nines But this the truth dawg, ain’t no cap on how my story lies Do your wave got some substance, what it mean later? I mean paper got [?] on my screensaver My team major, got our bands up, we don’t need favors And the rollie presidential, never seen mayors Hit other states, they treat me Holly when I leave the town Y’all on vacay, stuck and lying ’til y’all get turned around Where the fuck your kids at, type of ride y’all pick y’all bitches up in Y’all niggas happy local popping it that’s what they call a win Not the greatest just the most related I sat in cages now I walk on stages They even canceled all my shows ’cause I was labeled dangerous Thinking feds was never thinking famous, bitch your man the lamest Mans stuck with GG19s before COVID-19 You probably waiting on your stimulus I’m loaded for spring He crashed the bimmer still ain’t own me a thing That’s what I do for my gang , [Verse 2 – Deezlee] I don’t feel right tryna diss you but I rise up with you I was banging soldiers, gunsmoke, riding with my pistol This magazine got 30 in it you could get an issue My youngin’s fresh from off that bench, they’ll air you out like [?] And you can say that we set tripping being hard on Blood Instead of lessons we had foreigns parked outside the club He signed his deal when I was happy Got signed with a judge It’s always better when you think you coming out that mud Me and [Heme?] we was tight but [?] I done so much for him in life that I can’t name a price I pray they didn’t try ‘n backdoor me on that fatal night He used my Benz to hit the club and [?] lost his life My day date prezzie had the moons, my diamonds dance like freezy If I gave credit for my music, you would [?] me That money counter still get [?] after them agents seized me The streets will start to get restored after the day they free me Skully told me leave the streets alone and stick to rapping The way my lifestyle was setup I had to stick to trapping I got conspiracy, the leadership’s all on my jacket I’m telling you this, do this wrong my nigga look what happened The same verse I gave to Stunna I done sold it twice I’m ’bout a dollar bro, forgive me, I done sold my life At the stove I whipped that white girl like the nigga [?] It’s repercussions ’bout my bag no disrespect to [?] My condolences to [?] I got kids of my own I’m raising mine while in a cell, I pray to see ’em grown They just released one of the real ones Moola welcome home And tell my cousin if he’s trapping stay off them phones I was pissed when Kizzl fell, that nigga’s like my brother I’m still hoping that [?] and he ain’t undercover When they offer you that time you see a nigga’s colors I pray he ain’t go 69 ’cause then I hope he suffer Niggas was looking at Racked up like he must be a rapper We do 10,000 on the ops when we was in the trappers Deezy moved so many bricks you think he used a tractor Dee and Nige was like 14 when they became a factor I talked to Wopo in the pen a week before he died They put you down in my city when you on the rise Look at Teflon, look at [Trillzy?] RIP the guys Look at Deezlee, look at [?] we both doing time I heard [?] done got indicted they stuck in the prison It’s stand tall or either fold just make the right decisions The ones that keep they mouth shut I pray they get some rhythm Cause I can’t stand to see no nigga stuck up in the system Rolly got death I rather life but is it really living? God give you life, judge give you death so is it really given? My brother Gutta got four letters when he got his sentence So in comparison to him I’m feeling like I’m winning , [Outro] Traptastic Traptastic bitch] |
FAQ
- Who produced the lyrics for Honest To God?
This lirics prodiucer by Stoney.
- What is the name of the person who wrote this song? Honest To God
Honest To God song lyrics is written by Deezlee & Hardo
- What is the name of the featured of the lyrics for Honest To God?
Honest To God is credited as the featured artist on Deezlee
