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d lo - lord forgive me lyrics

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, n-gg-, 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 n-gg-s ’cause you know it’s mine
been nice them bullets didn’t hit me, i just know it’s god
we buzz back, f-ck that, you know the job
ain’t no retreating till you leak, i drove to the f-cking top
my grandmother, danny mae, was my f-cking 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, n-gg-, 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 n-gg-s the audacity to measure up with the gods?
this is blasphemy
stay surrounded by my n-gg-s who gonna blast for me
d-mn, 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 n-gg-s come home, fake n-gg-s 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 n-gg-s down low f-ggots behind doors
i’m tryna hit the heart of your city with five wh-r-s
all i got is a pistol and some words
serve the raw game like a play the howard sterne, n-gg-

look, boy, i’m a fool, don’t underestimate
see, i’m a ticking time bomb that you gonna detonate
these b-tches change like the weather, b-tch n-gg-s 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 n-gg-s behind bars that might not make it home
a few n-gg-s 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
n-gg-, it ain’t no questions, we just hitting sh-t
see, it’s the mob, all my n-gg-s hollow-tipping sh-t
and it ain’t new to me, this money, boy, i been about
and i done broke so many b-tches i can’t keep count

- d lo lyrics

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