Lyrics Honest To God - Hardo, Deezlee

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