Lord Forgive Me!
I was confused, I asked my OG why he kept a stick
He said that everyone gon' die so let's just make it quick
I seen a lot of homicide, but that's just what it is
My bro just asked me for like fifty and I gave it to him
And if he asking for like triple, I'ma give it to him
That boy was talking out his neck and so we gave it to him
And he was asking for it so yeah we gave it to him
We blowing up like TNT, we love to make it boom
And if he talking down on gang he not gon' make it home
Think I'm the bank 'cause I'm the only one she banking on
I got a cellphone, and I got a trap phone
And if I make it out I'm never coming back home
I got the hood all on my back ain't got no backbone
This shit ain't made for everybody, please don't come 'round
My lil' dog prolly slime you out 'cause he a hellhound
My niggas sliding everywhere just like a playground
Don't get it twisted we did not come here to play games
If I get caught up in that jam I ain't gon' say names
My dog like, "When we coming out?", I told him, "Maintain"
He like, "So when I'ma see my dogs?"
I said the same thing
It's a cold world
So I bought a Moncler
Don't even ask me, I don't even know how I got here
Turn up my speaker phones
I cannot hear
I did a couple drugs and now I'm not here
I got on Fear of God but I ain't got fear
But I'm still taking off when I see blue lights
I did some wrong and I've been tryna make it right
I can't get incarcerated, they cannot indict me
I got family, I got friends, I got a wifey
I know niggas, got connections, I got wi-fi
I know some niggas took advantage of my blind side
OD on the pills and now I'm thinking that I might die
Percs, lean, weed
Taking all these drugs got a nigga think he feigning
All these damn drugs got a nigga think he dreaming
Making plays in the street young nigga really scheming, yeah, yeah
I ain't been myself lately
All these hoes on my dick got me going crazy (going crazy)
I done had a couple niggas but they turned fugazy
Young nigga off the mud now I'm feeling lazy (feeling lazy)
Yeah, I said the streets is who we do it for
Keep the family tight 'cause they the closest they won't never fold
I'd die for my brothers, I'm the realest they already know
I don't need no blick, these two fists they gon' let you know
Fighting all these demons lord forgive me if sell my soul
All my niggas shooters and I got 'em all on payroll, yeah
Yeah, fighting all these demons lord forgive me if I sell my soul
He said that everyone gon' die so let's just make it quick
I seen a lot of homicide, but that's just what it is
My bro just asked me for like fifty and I gave it to him
And if he asking for like triple, I'ma give it to him
That boy was talking out his neck and so we gave it to him
And he was asking for it so yeah we gave it to him
We blowing up like TNT, we love to make it boom
And if he talking down on gang he not gon' make it home
Think I'm the bank 'cause I'm the only one she banking on
I got a cellphone, and I got a trap phone
And if I make it out I'm never coming back home
I got the hood all on my back ain't got no backbone
This shit ain't made for everybody, please don't come 'round
My lil' dog prolly slime you out 'cause he a hellhound
My niggas sliding everywhere just like a playground
Don't get it twisted we did not come here to play games
If I get caught up in that jam I ain't gon' say names
My dog like, "When we coming out?", I told him, "Maintain"
He like, "So when I'ma see my dogs?"
I said the same thing
It's a cold world
So I bought a Moncler
Don't even ask me, I don't even know how I got here
Turn up my speaker phones
I cannot hear
I did a couple drugs and now I'm not here
I got on Fear of God but I ain't got fear
But I'm still taking off when I see blue lights
I did some wrong and I've been tryna make it right
I can't get incarcerated, they cannot indict me
I got family, I got friends, I got a wifey
I know niggas, got connections, I got wi-fi
I know some niggas took advantage of my blind side
OD on the pills and now I'm thinking that I might die
Percs, lean, weed
Taking all these drugs got a nigga think he feigning
All these damn drugs got a nigga think he dreaming
Making plays in the street young nigga really scheming, yeah, yeah
I ain't been myself lately
All these hoes on my dick got me going crazy (going crazy)
I done had a couple niggas but they turned fugazy
Young nigga off the mud now I'm feeling lazy (feeling lazy)
Yeah, I said the streets is who we do it for
Keep the family tight 'cause they the closest they won't never fold
I'd die for my brothers, I'm the realest they already know
I don't need no blick, these two fists they gon' let you know
Fighting all these demons lord forgive me if sell my soul
All my niggas shooters and I got 'em all on payroll, yeah
Yeah, fighting all these demons lord forgive me if I sell my soul
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Writer(s): Nnamdi Anaba
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