God Forgive Us lyrics

by

Master P


[Intro: Master P]
God forgive us, 'cause we do not know what we do
We only do what we see
The Gift, all my real n*ggas out there
No Limit forever, man
I told you it ain't over, I made these n*ggas
I'm back to get what's mine
This my life ughh
This my life, n*gga
No Limit forever
Boss of all bosses
Godfather of this sh*t, n*gga

[Verse 1: Master P]
A little skinny n*gga, call me underdog
Hangin' with my partners, parkin' our expensive cars
It's funny how the rock will change a n*gga's life
Went from sleeping on floors to mansions f*ckin' overnight
Took grandma to the church, had to pay my tithes
A hundred Gs to the preacher, should've seen his eyes
My auntie cry, every time when she sees me strapped
But these n*ggas will kill you, life is just one trap
Keep my pistol c*cked homie, I don't f*ck with cowards
Took my b*tch out the hood, here's a million dollars
Put my trust in god, and I love haters
'Cause every time they talk, n*gga I get paper
Watch your enemies, you even got to watch your friends
Peter told Jesus he love him, then he did him in
Boz called this sh*t last year, man this sh*t funny
Real n*ggas will turn b*tch over a little money
I thank God for my partner, my n*gga Joey
'Cause when I was hurtin', he ain't talk sh*t
He said kitchen dro' it
[Chorus: Nipsey Hussle]
Yeah, let's make a toast to this real sh*t
And all the bullsh*t we had to deal with
Started off with crumbs we had to build bricks
I pray 20 years later that I'm still rich
Rollin' up swishers to this real sh*t
Still prayin' for the patience not to kill sh*t
Started off with crumbs we had to build bricks
It's no limit to this real sh*t

[Verse 2: The Game]
It's the untouchable, grew up on the Huxtable
So it's nothing for me to kick in the door and f*ck with you
Tie you and your b*tch up, then hop in the truck with you
You die on your way to the trap, the knife stuck in you
This next bar for Rihanna, I'm f*ckin' you
Gangsta, hit it doggystyle with Chris Brown bumpin' too
Love b*tches, smoke weed, cut pies, sold dope
Drove 'raris, parked Masi's crooked on Appalachian slopes
Ey yo P they ain't seen a cold n*gga like this, B
These are the memoirs of the gold rope
Hollywood never, them the white boys I sold coke
Crazy motherf*cker, my conscious stream Four Loko
Ice-T in them bricks, I been f*ckin' with CoCo
11 years old, I had a triple beam, before I had a G.I. Joe
Birds by the boatload, that b*tch-life in a chokehold
It's hard to trust hoes, you see what happened to Ocho
Yeah, ain't no limit to this real sh*t
Mastering them Ps since 12, it's time to kill sh*t
[Chorus: Nipsey Hussle]
Yeah, let's make a toast to this real sh*t
And all the bullsh*t we had to deal with
Started off with crumbs we had to build bricks
I pray 20 years later that I'm still rich
Rollin' up swishers to this real sh*t
Still prayin' for the patience not to kill sh*t
Started off with crumbs we had to build bricks
It's no limit to this real sh*t

[Outro: Master P]
Uh huh
Keep the credits rollin' n*gga
This my movie, I'm the director
I told y'all n*ggas
Y'all have woke up the motherf*ckin' sleeping giant
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