Forgiveness

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The, the Lord, the, the Lord's, the, the Lord's blessings leave me lyrically inclined.

The, the, the Lord, the, the, the, the Lord's blessings leave me lyrically inclined.

In between two worlds, tryna get dough.

Let me talk to your soul real quick, homeboy.

Yeah, okay.

Apparently I'm not that rapper that y'all thought I was.

-Nah.

-I was brought up in envy, I wasn't taught to love.

If said nigga had what I wanted, then said nigga would take it or he caught -a slug. -Gimme that.

Your honor was expendable when you said it before a judge.

-Ha. -I'm in debt to the Lord above.

-I am.

-But it's Hell's fire that I was blessed with a portion of. I possess like the broadened grudge.

-Yes. -But the true horror is. . .

-Uh-huh -. . .

the gift is in the present, you never know what tomorrow gives.

When life was like Contra, forever blowing them -cartridges. -Blap, blap.

Never hung with the sports players and awkward kids.

-Nah.

-I gravitated to hallways and abandoned houses.

One man who couldn't stand niggas who took the stand, ironically now I stand -for thousands. -Let's go.

-Mama please forgive me. -Forgive me.

I know you think I rap, but I still squeeze the milli, send ten keys to

Philly.

The label sent A&R's, but the corner put AR's in the hands of thieves to -kill me. -Ha.

-Mama please forgive us. -Forgive us.

-Just take this money, please consider. -Please.

You are where you at, the streets is with us.

'Member back when they would call -police to get us? -I remember.

Now we drink champagne on a beach in Venice.

-Ah, I see you Louis. -It's hard to teach beginners.

-Yeah.

-But how you reach niggas who hardly eat -for dinner? -How you reach them niggas?

-Damn. Thank God unleashed a sinner. -He did.

You niggas in the streets, but homie the streets is in us.

Apparently I'm not that rapper that y'all thought I was.

-I'm not.

-Shit, I was robbing and shooting before I -caught a buzz. -Blap.

Had one foot in the corner office, the other on the corner, cautious to offer -drugs. -Wow.

Punk deals or drug dealings, was never taught to budge.

-Yeah. -Contracts on how a next Con acts.

-Uh-huh. -Combat.

-Yeah.

-This can't be a war with no contact, this -beyond rap. Business ain't personal. -Not personal.

I heard a few people utter the words, but utter my personal business, I'm hurting -you. -Ha.

And that's just for your ears, 'cause I don't make my threats public.

-Nah.

-Don't forget much, think history was my best subject. I don't regret much, that mystery is the best what if.

-Hmm, let me think about that. -Either you press a key or bounce a ball.

-Ha.

-Running up in Def Jam, they had no reason to doubt 'em all. In front of L. A. Reid, still smelling of weed and alcohol.

-That's true. -I came from the ignorance.

-Yeah. -Belligerent.

-Yeah.

-But knowing where I came from makes what -I'm doing now more significant. -Ha.

-Mama please forgive us. -Forgive us.

-Just take this money, please consider. -Please.

You are where you at, the streets is with us.

-Let's go.

-'Member back when they would call police -to get us? -I remember.

Now we drink champagne on a beach in Venice.

-Ah, I see you Louis. -It's hard to teach beginners.

-Yeah.

-But how you reach niggas who hardly eat -for dinner? -How you reach them niggas?

-Damn. Thank God unleashed a sinner. -He did.

You niggas in the streets, but homie the streets is in us.

The, the, the Lord, the, the, the Lord, the, the, the, the Lord's blessings leave me lyrically inclined.

In, in, -in between two worlds, tryna get dough.

-The, the, the Lord, the, the, the Lord's, the, the, the Lord's blessings leave me lyrically inclined.

In, in between two, two, two worlds, tryna, tryna, tryna, tryna, tryna get dough.