GhostWridah - Father Forgive 'Em lyrics

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Let’s take them to church, tell the preacher to pray

Versus hot and the devil, bitch I’m equal today

Pour a shot of that rimmy, ‘till my cup run it over

Go to war with my demons, told the lord I’m a soldier.

I know this devils is lurking, so many 6s is present

Tell me who can you trust if you’re getting high with the reverend?

Father, will you forgive me if I tip off a strippin’

If this honeys set owin’ contribute to her prescription

See, she’s sick and don’t know it, fucking without protection

I just found out our future, I hope that give me your blessing

I know some niggers are stressing, got a chest for the pressure

Pay his daughter’s tuition by selling crack nipple festers

Father, forgive ‘em, yeah

Father, forgive ‘em.

‘cause I know not what I do, but I stay true

I’m yelling father forgive ‘em

Forgive ‘em for sinning, know this demons is watching

How you make it to heaven with only hell as an option

How you put down to chapel when all your enemies kill us

How you stop getting failure when all your niggers is steal us

Know, we live like gorillas, concrete jungle, no lying

Smoking morning with Marley, I’m tryin’ make it to Zion

What’s a fail without trying, what’s a trial without haters

If you’re gambling you’re sinning, but what’s the street without Vegas?

Statching purses for purpose, tired of working for circus

Try to juggle two jobs, make you feel like you’re worthless

Father God I’m not perfect, but I work perfectly hard

And I’m just tryin’ to get even, I pray I beat all the odds

Father, forgive ‘em, yeah

Father, forgive ‘em.

And I know not what I do, but I stay true

I’m yelling father forgive ‘em

I said I’m bowlin’ forever, serving whoever

And if you’re loving this gold shit, give it together

Said the bigger the pressure, rock fin with the feeks

Caught broke down rivers, all I need is a heat

What are we? Is all about my money?

Down in a while I’m serving you and a dummie

Lord, I’m ready to shed blood and blood out

Serve my girl old girl to T fed out of mouth

You say nigger you roll, I say nigger, I’m pain

I preach my religion, thinking being our way

Riding heaven with phones, dig pill bag

I’m about to set loose, where my Father at?

Father, forgive ‘em, yeah

Father, forgive ‘em.

‘cause I know not what I do, but I stay true

I’m yelling father forgive ‘em<br />

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