Forgive Me Lord

I'm a hustler 'til the death of me I can't let them get the best of me Forgive me, Lord I keep that toaster right next to me You get burned, nigga, best believe Forgive me, Lord I'm a hustler 'til the death of me I can't let them get the best of me Forgive me, Lord I keep that toaster right next to me You get burned, nigga, best believe Forgive me, Lord All eyes on me, feeling like the homie Pac Mind gone, crazy thoughts, all I know is flop Better keep one, you know what I'm saying? 30 round clip, do more than taze you You know what that mean Fucking with the blue team will knock you out your blue jeans Click-clack, holler back, but keep it low though Word on the street, they talking, these niggas homo And me? I'm gonna keep it straight GD Every time you see me, I'll be posted with my feet up Every day is a dream, though, so keep my head straight Don't let my eyes close I'm a hustler 'til the death of me I can't let them get the best of me Forgive me, Lord I keep that toaster right next to me You get burned, nigga, best believe Forgive me, Lord Forgive me, Lord Forgive me, Lord Forgive me, Lord We ain't gonna let them get the best of me No, no Forgive me, Lord Forgive me, Lord Forgive me, Lord We ain't gonna let them get the best of me No, no Hold up Let me talk to You To the Man upstairs, shit, I'm pouring out my heart to You I got a letter that I brought to You My mama said I need to slow it down and have a little talk with You And on the real, I been thugging on a daily basis Niggas trying to tie me up, but I ain't talking laces I got open cases Shit, I'm stressed out They offered me a plea, but I disagree I just hit my knees and keep my faith off in the G The Lord I remain a G West Side 'Til the death of me Can't let them get the best of me That heater right next to me I'm a hustler 'til I rest in peace Just pray for me Yeah I'm a hustler 'til the death of me I can't let them get the best of me Forgive me, Lord I keep that toaster right next to me You get burned, nigga, best believe Forgive me, Lord Forgive me, Lord Forgive me, Lord Forgive me, Lord We ain't gonna let them get the best of me No, no Forgive me, Lord Forgive me, Lord Forgive me, Lord We ain't gonna let them get the best of me No, no Our Father, dear God, who lay happy in Heaven You put the world in my hands Hope I can hold it steady Then I put a blunt in my mouth when I was about 11 Daddy wasn't ever present I was playing with weapons But I thank You, because if I ain't knew, I could have probably shooting somebody's moms or a little kid Like, what the fuck I did? Now you gone down the road doing a long bid Like, plus 25 That equals 50 years Now we selling merchandise like we work at Sears Making runs, counting funds while I'm switching gears Diamonds flooded, drink muddy, so is all my peers They say your time was gonna come Well, bitch, my time is here I'm a hustler 'til the death of me I can't let them get the best of me Forgive me, Lord I keep that toaster right next to me You get burned, nigga, best believe Forgive me, Lord Forgive me, Lord Forgive me, Lord Forgive me, Lord We ain't gonna let them get the best of me No, no Forgive me, Lord Forgive me, Lord Forgive me, Lord We ain't gonna let them get the best of me No, no