Father Forgive ’Em lyrics

[Intro: Rockie]
Yea yea
Father forgive em for these n*ggas know not what they do
Father forgive em for these n*ggas know not what they do

[Hook: Rockie]
My n*ggas hustled, then we made it through
You tried to tell em but they act like they ain’t have a clue
Father forgive em for these n*ggas know not what they do
Father forgive em for these n*ggas know not what they do

[Verse: Rockie]
Damn, this sh*t feel like I’m in outter space
Surviving when I keep my pace, I’m cruising, this is not a race
Feeling like my n*gga Meek, these dreams the only thing I chase
Been here for a minute, a lot of people just arriving late
My key is low, my blunt bangin like a 808
sh*t can make Usain Bolt feel out of shape
Ricky love the fans, you just see he dropped another tape
I was on Green Street, buying out all the Bape
Mercy me, I could’ve did better on that mercy beat
But still pushed the mercy when I travel through Miami streets
So elite, $800 Jordans on my feet
My team is on a winning streak, we the ones to beat

[Hook]
[Verse: Rockie]
They see me pull up on that scene clean
My chick thick and my clique full of young kings
The word around is we looking like The Dream-Team
The word around is we looking like The Dream-Team
We got them gold medals, and Lamborghini pedals
That all-gold Rollie and diamonds in the bezel
We on another level, bunch of rich ass rebels
And ever since we touch the riches we won’t never let go
I hear you talkin sh*t, but what’s the f*ckin purpose?
Does it make you rich? Well, what’s the f*ckin purpose?
These b*tches dirty and I’m tired, where’s the damn detergent?
We came a long way from the bottom, that’s for f*ckin certain
That’s cuz a n*gga workin

[Hook]