"Father Forgive Us" lyrics
Jim Jones & Heatmakerz Lyrics
(feat. Maino)
[Intro:]
Heatmakerz, Crack Music
[Jim Jones:]
Capo!
They be listening slow, they need to speed up
You pump bass on my block, and you get beat up
You young niggas [?] my ass with your reup, I hit the jewler, cop a bracelet, drop the cash and fuck a key up
They say I found my pocket, like a pool shark
Still be getting fresh, like when school start
Only see the light when the tool spark
Whipping foreign cars with the dewl start
I still be copping whips like it's drug paper
You know I love my lawyer, 'cause the judge a hater
And them bitches downtown, they never wanted to date us
So they went uptown, to fuck with niggas that always want to spray us
We was never wild, and they put a D on it
Hop out the 4 door, styling with the B on it
Shit, we opened up blocks, then put the D on it
So we all [?] with the tree on it
[Maino:]
Father forgive us, it was the ghetto that turned us to sinners
How could you blame me? Wasn't my falt that I followed the dealers
How could you measure the pain?
How could you measure the loss?
Tattoos, they cover the pain
Diamonds, they cover the cross
Father forgive us, it was the ghetto that turned us to sinners
How could you blame me? Wasn't my falt that I followed the dealers
How could you measure the pain?
How could you measure the loss?
Tattoos, they cover the pain
Diamonds, they cover the cross
This for the niggas that got life, didn't get it back
Hustle and can't sleep, know killers that live with that
This for the lobby boys, still stuck in the lobby, boy
Capo, let's toast, we made it out of the lobbies, boy
My bitches is stupid and blonde, hop out the coupe, it's a thong
Boy, I'm too busy to squeeze, but I still shoot from the arm
Bet you they fuck with it now, haters get dumped underground
Hoping [?] holding a pump to the crowd
Father forgive us, it was the ghetto that turned us to sinners
How could you blame me? Wasn't my falt that I followed the dealers
How could you measure the pain?
How could you measure the loss?
Tattoos, they cover the pain
Diamonds, they cover the cross
Father forgive us, it was the ghetto that turned us to sinners
How could you blame me? Wasn't my falt that I followed the dealers
How could you measure the pain?
How could you measure the loss?
Tattoos, they cover the pain
Diamonds, they cover the cross
Heatmakerz, Crack Music
[Jim Jones:]
Capo!
They be listening slow, they need to speed up
You pump bass on my block, and you get beat up
You young niggas [?] my ass with your reup, I hit the jewler, cop a bracelet, drop the cash and fuck a key up
They say I found my pocket, like a pool shark
Still be getting fresh, like when school start
Only see the light when the tool spark
Whipping foreign cars with the dewl start
I still be copping whips like it's drug paper
You know I love my lawyer, 'cause the judge a hater
And them bitches downtown, they never wanted to date us
So they went uptown, to fuck with niggas that always want to spray us
We was never wild, and they put a D on it
Hop out the 4 door, styling with the B on it
Shit, we opened up blocks, then put the D on it
So we all [?] with the tree on it
[Maino:]
Father forgive us, it was the ghetto that turned us to sinners
How could you blame me? Wasn't my falt that I followed the dealers
How could you measure the pain?
How could you measure the loss?
Tattoos, they cover the pain
Diamonds, they cover the cross
Father forgive us, it was the ghetto that turned us to sinners
How could you blame me? Wasn't my falt that I followed the dealers
How could you measure the pain?
How could you measure the loss?
Tattoos, they cover the pain
Diamonds, they cover the cross
This for the niggas that got life, didn't get it back
Hustle and can't sleep, know killers that live with that
This for the lobby boys, still stuck in the lobby, boy
Capo, let's toast, we made it out of the lobbies, boy
My bitches is stupid and blonde, hop out the coupe, it's a thong
Boy, I'm too busy to squeeze, but I still shoot from the arm
Bet you they fuck with it now, haters get dumped underground
Hoping [?] holding a pump to the crowd
Father forgive us, it was the ghetto that turned us to sinners
How could you blame me? Wasn't my falt that I followed the dealers
How could you measure the pain?
How could you measure the loss?
Tattoos, they cover the pain
Diamonds, they cover the cross
Father forgive us, it was the ghetto that turned us to sinners
How could you blame me? Wasn't my falt that I followed the dealers
How could you measure the pain?
How could you measure the loss?
Tattoos, they cover the pain
Diamonds, they cover the cross
