Gods Honest - Bodega Bamz, Joell Ortiz, V Don

I’m from New York City my nigga, I’m never overdoin' it

Thinkin' 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 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

Fuck a retweet and a favorite

Drink that Henny slow 'cause every sip I gotta savor it

Flyin' 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