Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Honest To God, artist - Hardo. Date of issue: 28.05.2020
Song language: English
Honest To God |
| 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 that I’ve 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 a 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 |
| 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 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 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 '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 trapping stay off them phones |
| I was pissed when 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 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 |
| Traptastic |
| Traptastic bitch |