Forgive Me E

We don't know where to go. Praise the Lord, praise the Lord. We don't know where to go. Praise the Lord, praise the Lord. Save our souls, save our Souls. Nicky with it, 21 with it. Shout out. where go. Uh, Lord forgive me for My sins. I'm about to kill these fuck niggas Once again. Yep, jumped off the porch, no pad, No pen. Yeah, all I really had was a Stick on my hip. Yep, stick on my hip, I'll put it on him. I'll put it on Him and I'll put it on you. Yeah, matter of fact, I put it on your Whole crew. These niggas big cap like Dr. Seuss. Yeah, Big Mack back and it float like A cruise. I be chasing them racks like duck, Duck, goose. And my diamonds be dancing just like Doo-doos. I be sipping on purple, Ivan Ooze. These niggas some serpents, can't let them through. Keep them squares out your circle and stay on The move. Every day I be working, working my Move. Yeah, yeah, working my move. I play this shit off, I keep it so Smooth. I came in this world and made my Own rules. You know I'm a monster that hang With some ghouls. Little bitch, I got rich, I Ain't got nothing to prove. Money on my mind When I jumped out the womb. Keep a big Ass knot just like a cartoon. If I'm number one, guess I'm number two. Yeah. We don't know where to go. Praise the Lord. Yeah. We don't know where to go. Praise Lord. Yeah, the me, Mase living that. Souls, souls. Gang, gang. Praise Save our souls, Save our souls. Praise the Lord, praise the Lord. Yeah. I walk by faith, yeah, with my pipe. I smoke with demons every night. I wake up, gamble with my life. Yeah, I pour fours up in my Sprite. One thousand dollars, cups of ice. I'm humble, but ain't nothing nice. In Glock we trust, on Jesus Christ. Yeah. In Glock we trust, on God. Money hungry ass nigga, I can't starve. Five hundred racks stuffed in my Goyard. Sipping on Wock', me and my nigga Bart. I ride my McLaren like Mario Kart. Glock how you get it, how you get that Drop. You talking about my car or you talking About the opps? Uh, uh. Best believe I'ma get it done, done. Keep killers on the side of me, the back And the front, front. Yeah, them niggas that be Around me, they ain't around for nothing. Yeah, brand new double R done, done. Niggas ain't did what I done-ne. Shit. We don't know where to go. Praise the Lord, praise the Lord. We don't know where to go. Praise the Lord, praise kill that. Save our souls, save our souls. Praise the Lord, praise the Lord. I know I'm fucked up. Save save our what I'm saying? fucked up the head. Praise the Lord, Yeah. Don't know where to go. Praise the Lord, praise the Lord. We Don't Know where to Praise the Lord. Souls, save Lord.