Hunxho – Walk By Faith Lyrics

Walk By Faith

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"Walk By Faith." - Hunxho

Monday, 19 October 2026, 04:32 am

Album: Street Poetry

Track No: 07

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Lil' Miles made this one)
(Young Foux, you trippin' on this motherfucker)
Yeah
I ain't lyin', hundred thousand a month, I ain't lyin'
Hundred thousand I robbed, I ain't lyin'
Yeah, on God
Yeah, for real, nigga, on my mama, nigga, I'm blessed

Yeah, say walk by faith, not by sight
Let a nigga play, he damn near died
So many Glocks in the motherfuckin' car, bet
We get the boy gone by the end of the night
I swear I be walkin' on beats like a marathon
This on my mama, ain't never had to write
I was just locked in the cell for a whole year

Straight, every other day, I had to fight
My brother gon' ride, nigga, I put the pegs on him
Go whack an opp, I don't give a fuck 'bout
Nothin', on God, go piss on they headstone
My brother been geeked up on them drugs
I swear he been leanin', he got them meds on him
Yeah, I'm a robber, but I'm a Blood
Pull up on Allison, nigga, the red zone

I been rappin' like three years straight
I been goin' hard, I ain't never made a bad song

I ain't fuckin' with none of these niggas, these
Niggas police, they don't really need a badge on 'em
Go and hit a bitch block, hit his top, and I'm
Gettin' up out of there, I swear I won't last long

I ain't trippin' 'bout nothin', this rap shit
I ain't got a license, on God, I'll crash on 'em
Just got arrested two weeks ago, it was me
And nephew and I couldn't do the dash on 'em
Know these niggas be 12, need a badge number
Walk around with a whole fifty bands on me
Tryna take care my son and my damn mama

Opps be on IG, swear to God, them boys ain't sayin' nothin'
They don't come outside because they knowin' we gon' crash on 'em
Ran it up, nigga, I came from nothin'

All the shit that I turned to somethin'
On my block, it get hot like summer
They be slime, but they ain't gunners
Cut off 'cause I ain't want 'em

Hit his top, get brain trauma

Hit his block, bang somethin'
Still on the block where I came from

Now I'm live, got a spot out in Hampton

It get dirty like clothes, hempers
All my opps gettin' close, catch 'em
I slept on the floor, ain't have no mattress

Yeah, I got big without my daddy, I guess I'm a known bastard

I stayed down, it was just me and my
Gang, nigga, now I'm a known rapper
Bought a 'Cat 'cause it go faster
Havin' rappers don't really give a fuck 'bout
The trapper, we takin' off all of the trappers
Been takin' off all of the scammers
If we spinnin', then know we do damage
Caught a case, I was skrrtin' on camera
In Tahoe, nigga, 12 took my gun, I was right there ridin' down Candler

Them niggas be playin', they know we get active
I make 'em all disappear just like some magic
Blew five racks at X, then I hit another club
Swear to God, I ain't never been to Magic

I ain't trippin' 'bout a bougie bitch, I'm from
The gutter, so I like my bitches a lil' ratchet
Like a hood bitch, I keep me a ratchet

Catch me flexin' in the red, I ain't Travi'
Catch me flexin' in the 'Cat, I ain't hidin'
Hundred thousand a month, I ain't lyin'
Hundred thousand I robbed, I ain't lyin'

Can't fuck with them boys, they dyin'

I was standin' down so long with this
Shit, can't tell me I ain't tried

Just found a R.I.C.O. on probation, tryna make me riot (Oh, wow)

Writer(s): Ibrahim Dodo, Luhmyles & Mikael Foss Anderson.

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