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