Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lord Forgive Me, artist - HongryDate of issue: 27.05.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Lord Forgive Me |
| I just want the streets to love us for who we are |
| Street stylers, hustlers, shooting stars |
| Not a star, somebody lot, got two Glock 30s in the car |
| A-45, nigga, burry me with my hammer when it’s time to go |
| And tap Brianna because she gotta know |
| Don’t cry, get high, let choppers go |
| Bad times is why I stack a lot of dough |
| I break bread with real niggas 'cause you know it’s mine |
| Been nice them bullets didn’t hit me, I just know it’s God |
| We buzz back, fuck that, you know the job |
| Ain’t no retreating till you leak, I drove to the fucking top |
| My grandmother, Danny Mae, was my fucking church |
| And through the game she used to pray for me when I got dirt |
| I’m dead inside but with a frown is how I hold it down |
| I smile to the Devil, nigga, that’s how’s going down |
| Streets is talking, walk with a gangsta |
| Addicted to balling, busting the haters |
| Lord forgive me, lord forgive me |
| Forgive me for my bad, forgive me for my bad |
| Get out and get something, it’s all or nothing |
| Till we see a better day, till we see a better day |
| Who gave niggas the audacity to measure up with the gods? |
| This is blasphemy |
| Stay surrounded by my niggas who gonna blast for me |
| Damn, turn your morning into a tragedy |
| Here we got it every day, hard day |
| Hit your section with my dogs, we don’t ever see your face |
| Got my homies up above, got my homies fighting places |
| Real niggas come home, fake niggas turn state |
| Right now wait to turn the plate, I pray to God to keep them devils from around |
| my way |
| Hover Hussein be the name, bet I go berserk |
| I’m doing live, put these devil faces on the shirt |
| These niggas down low faggots behind doors |
| I’m tryna hit the heart of your city with five whores |
| All I got is a pistol and some words |
| Serve the raw game like a play the Howard Sterne, nigga |
| Streets is talking, walk with a gangsta |
| Addicted to balling, busting the haters |
| Lord forgive me, lord forgive me |
| Forgive me for my bad, forgive me for my bad |
| Get out and get something, it’s all or nothing |
| Till we see a better day, till we see a better day |
| Look, boy, I’m a fool, don’t underestimate |
| See, I’m a ticking time bomb that you gonna detonate |
| These bitches change like the weather, bitch niggas crack under pressure |
| That get you wet with that weather, it’s real |
| I’m going places I ain’t never been |
| Collecting green bags, big stacks, I’m talking Benjamins |
| I got niggas behind bars that might not make it home |
| A few niggas under a tombstone |
| That’s why I’m rocking with this come-back Jordan |
| 45, I slide with this come-back Jordan |
| See, I been stressing but stressing turn into blessings |
| Got a college full of haters, I’m teaching these nerds lessons |
| Nigga, it ain’t no questions, we just hitting shit |
| See, it’s the mob, all my niggas hollow-tipping shit |
| And it ain’t new to me, this money, boy, I been about |
| And I done broke so many bitches I can’t keep count |
| Streets is talking, walk with a gangsta |
| Addicted to balling, busting the haters |
| Lord forgive me, lord forgive me |
| Forgive me for my bad, forgive me for my bad |
| Get out and get something, it’s all or nothing |
| Till we see a better day, till we see a better day |
| Streets is talking, walk with a gangsta |
| Addicted to balling, busting the haters |
| Lord forgive me, lord forgive me |
| Forgive me for my bad, forgive me for my bad |
| Get out and get something, it’s all or nothing |
| Till we see a better day, till we see a better day |