paroles de chanson God Honest Truth - Saynave

I think some of y'all confused
Yeah
I'm sitting in these popcorn ceilings
Work an office building but never like the feeling
Safety and security
Is better for my children
A mediocre husband
But I make a decent living
Call me father of the year
Before you pass a judgement
Take a look up at the mirror
Sexy mother fucker
But your belly getting beer
You barely feeling younger
So you cutting off your beard
And your friends is getting older
Like they looking at you weird
Here's the plan
Let me show my hand
I been a beaver always gave a damn
No believers in my clan
Just a couple people
That I recently considered fam
Who wanna be the mans
You wanna alter me because
You see me in command
I gotta plane to land
Parachuting when I see the sand
And I got some aces but
Poker faces never play the hand
So we gather round the table
Like I maybe made the ham
I made amends
Maybe black men
Need to make some friends
I see it clearer that I need a lens
Dont walk alone till you old enough
To need depends
A shitty situation and no next of kin
Maybe that's end
Do you write the story
Maybe im the first
Rapper to blow at 40
You can judge a nigga
I convinced the jury
Kids is getting older
Always in a hurry
Vision blurry
Do I make bets like Michael Burry
Or do I stack it low
And keep it burried
Young niggas walk around
Like they aint worried
The first sign of trouble
See these niggas scurry
You fuck around like furries
Getting hot like we making curry
You look like snowflake mcdonalds flurries
What you rap do make me nervous
You talking crimes and you making murders
Let find your purpose
If you stick with me never worthless
Keep it fresh and
You feeling nurtured
Find yourself like you found the churches
You see me at the front
And im giving the sermons
Gimme money when we worhship
Swear to god
Swear to god
Swear to god
Why you worried about bout me
Are you better at this job
Let you in my heart
How the hell u lose the fob
Give a couple inches to you
Then you ran a 100 yards
Swear to god
Swear to god
Swear to god
Why you worried about bout me
Are you better at this job
Let you in my heart
How the hell u lose the fob
Give a couple inches to you
Then you ran a 100 yards
See im a open book
But these niggas never read
So im often over looked
They wanna be a king
I move further with a rook
Educated with degrees
Can you find a better look
I'm rolling up my sleeves
Better holler at me while
I'm still not charging fees
If we in accord
Then I can give you major keys
Have you ever had a butler on the ocean breeze
I be doing things
That you only dream about
And you missing out
You should hang with me
If you really need the clout
Getting to the point
We aint a playing joust
You know be needing help
You can say it out your mouth
Sorry but you dealing with an anomaly
Hanging with me bro is an novelty
What they taught you
Never what it got to me
You gotta treat your soul like your property we down line what
Swear to god
Swear to god
Swear to god
Why you worried about bout me
Are you better at this job
Let you in my heart
How the hell u lose the fob
Give a couple inches to you
Then you ran a 100 yards
Swear to god
Swear to god
Swear to god
Why you worried about bout me
Are you better at this job
Let you in my heart
How the hell u lose the fob
Give a couple inches to you
Then you ran a 100 yards