Father Forgive Me
Yeah
Hmm Hmm
Geez
Yah
Uh Yea
Poppa told me it's a jungle out there
I move like a Lion I'm ruling out there
I look in your eyes I can tell you got fear, you know I'm a star
Now call me a Sirius, question my talents
My talents are various, zodiac sign
I shoot with an arrow, ain't wasting no time
I heard that it's money I'm gunning for mine, I'm grabbing my shine
Know I'm a sinner the Lord will provide
Know I'm a winner sometimes I got pride
Sometimes you win and sometimes you don't fight
I'm in it for money
Mayweather left hooking amazing like Ali I sting like a Bee
Hustle my pockets been empty, I'm pushing on daily
One day Ima make it
Better believe it, Lord hear my prayers. Father forgive me
I don't really know what lately got in me
Don't even know if I'm wrong but forgive me
Sorry for trippin' if I ever did
Okay, Jokers be clowning they claim that they got it
Murdered this beat now say something bout it
Know someone's daughter is dreaming about me
Father I pray that my pockets get bigger
Mixing my smoke with my flows with my liquor
Word on the street is that Troy is a nkinga
Beke le beke ke sika le khekhe now say happy birthday to me
Hungry for rappers I feel like a beast
Sorry C Sharp for me killing this beat
Walk in the park got no dust on my feet
Can't do it like me boy I'm still in the mix yea
Hmm Hmm
Geez
Yah
Uh Yea
Poppa told me it's a jungle out there
I move like a Lion I'm ruling out there
I look in your eyes I can tell you got fear, you know I'm a star
Now call me a Sirius, question my talents
My talents are various, zodiac sign
I shoot with an arrow, ain't wasting no time
I heard that it's money I'm gunning for mine, I'm grabbing my shine
Know I'm a sinner the Lord will provide
Know I'm a winner sometimes I got pride
Sometimes you win and sometimes you don't fight
I'm in it for money
Mayweather left hooking amazing like Ali I sting like a Bee
Hustle my pockets been empty, I'm pushing on daily
One day Ima make it
Better believe it, Lord hear my prayers. Father forgive me
I don't really know what lately got in me
Don't even know if I'm wrong but forgive me
Sorry for trippin' if I ever did
Okay, Jokers be clowning they claim that they got it
Murdered this beat now say something bout it
Know someone's daughter is dreaming about me
Father I pray that my pockets get bigger
Mixing my smoke with my flows with my liquor
Word on the street is that Troy is a nkinga
Beke le beke ke sika le khekhe now say happy birthday to me
Hungry for rappers I feel like a beast
Sorry C Sharp for me killing this beat
Walk in the park got no dust on my feet
Can't do it like me boy I'm still in the mix yea
Credits
Writer(s): Moeletsi Mofokeng
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