Hunxho – Can't Forgive Lyrics

Can't Forgive

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"Can't Forgive." - Hunxho

Monday, 19 October 2026, 04:59 am

Album: Thank God

Track No: 12

I need to get shit right with God before I reach my peak
My new truck can't be peeped, too much workin' in these streets
And I always tell myself, "Can't fail, got too many people who need me"
And I always told myself, "Xho, you gon' ball just like leukemia"
On my twin, no Austin Powers
Locked in, tryna work on my album
In jail like twenty-four hours
**** get stabbed, they don't take showers
And my opps hate goin to jail, when they get there, it's blood showers
And when R had got locked up, he kept shit silent before he beat shit, that's my brother
Free Hunt, **** die, he touch him
I survived the motion
I'd be wrong, they tell 'em that I'm proud of buddy
And I'm still a felon, can't get booked out country
And I'm still prevailing, can't fuck up my motion
When I slide, it's backseat Jeep
I know I'll ride when it's beef
I still'll load and get 'em gone, I don't just make songs about this beef
Yeah, they talking 'bout the shit at the store when I dropped me a **** like, "Who can't hit?"
Or you talking 'bout the **** I spinned right down in that hour when he tried lil' Chris?
Or you talking 'bout when bruh got popped, but your boy got dropped? You ain't talkin' 'bout shit
Try to slide on me, hear, "Frrt," I put a fully on all my blicks
If you fuck with the gang, then— brrr, lil' ****, all y'all hoes gettin' hit
Yeah, workin', I've been on the road, I don't ever be in none of these ****' mix
Pull up on these ****' block, two hundred shots, we need us a movie
Don't even be with they clique, these **** hop, these **** groupies
Never put gun in the bag, it's in my hand, boy, I ain't stupid
Tryna go slide on they block, I lost a car, hop in an Ubey
Who not him? How a bitch gon' tell me who I am?
Shoot at them, soon I send 'em up, I do my dance
They drop disses, spin in twenty minutes, who be playin'?
I don't like your big homie, I washed him out, now you the man
On God, yeah, this shit get bloody, but this ain't bloody, this shit personal
This shit get bloody, I'm talkin' 'bout sex, money, and murder
And tell your boyfriend, "Watch your mouth," I said I'd murder him, on blood
He talkin' 'bout he do what and he from where? I ain't heard of him, on blood
All that cryin' with shit, ****
Ain't no tryin' this shit, ****
**** die 'bout this shit, ****
It ain't nothin' to drop six figures
I'm a real Zone Six ****
I know you ain't on shit, ****
And I know he ain't on shit either
Your ho still gon' fuck, I kill you, she an eater
Plus I ain't livin' with my bitch, I don't need shit
**** who love beefin' with Xho ain't gon' be shit
But some deceased shit, on some BIP shit, on God

Writer(s): Ibrahim Dodo & Nicolas Moore.

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