Forgive Me Father

Maybe cause I'm eatin

And these bastards fiend for they grub

I carry pumps like I serve gasoline to these scrubs

Have you seen my Aston leanin on dubs

And they can't afford chrome so they puttin Vaseline on they hubs

I'm lookin for a girl with a ass like Trina to rub

Take home and let her watch the plasma screen in the tub

These niggas hate I move as smooth as castor cream in the club

And dont pass my green or my bub

But I'm a fly nigga that don't do much to pull her and dick her

Everyday I'm poppin a tag and pullin a sticker

Everyday I'm switchin the tags and pullin up sicker

Every "K" I'm loadin the mags with bullets to flicker

And I ain't hesitatin homie I'm pullin it quicker

So you can act tough After a few pulls of some liquor

Gotta pull it on niggas

And they won't be goin nowhere for a while

They might as well pull out a snicker Ye-Ye-Yea

[Hook]

Forgive me father for I have sinned

But look at all this money that I spend

And look at all this jewlery that I'm in

And look at all the places that I've been

And look at all the women in those brims

Look at the blue flames that I'm in

I look at all the bullshit that theres been

And if I had another chance I'd do it again

[Verse 2]

Anywhere the kid move you know the hammers'll be with me

Pokin out the shirt like a Pamela Lee titty

I went on tour brought the samples of D wit me

Came back a month later bought a Lambo for three-fifty

Think I throw you grams if you read with me

Just because you see me on the camera with P. Diddy

Dammit we P-driddy?? Now I got G with me

Along with the third leg that I be rammin in these bitties

I keep the revolver you hope my gun'll jam

But with the scope its gonna blam

The infra put freckles on your face like Opie Cunningham

Thats why I'm watched by the Feds and scoped by Uncle Sam

Dope and hunn-ed (hundred) grams rope and hunn-ed grams

At the same time an artist get to open Summer Jam

Hope you understand or use better sense

These niggas dont want no beef they want lawsuit settlements Nigga!

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

I'm in a waggy when I'm passin by ya

With a baby girl who suck harder than Maggie on a pacifier

What I'm smokin'll have you aggie as your last supplier

When you can smell it through the baggie you know that's some fire

Gettin stressed by these hotties is regular

I got a magazine to press to your body like editors

Test me somebody I'm beggin ya

I got the gatling gun like Jesse The Body in Predator

I'm a hustler I dont sling no rocks to the fiends now

Got dudes who sit on corners like a boxer between rounds

Any other dude who dish rocks want beef

Cause I chop dimes bigger than Chris Rock front teeth

I'm the nigga tearin the walls up in your miss in exchange for a small cup

Of the Cris

And while you at probation fillin a small cup full of piss

I'm in a coupe with a roof that ball up like a fist (Catch up!)