Rockie Fresh - Father Forgive 'Em lyrics
[Rockie Fresh - Father Forgive 'Em lyrics]
Yea yea father forgive em for these niggas
Know not what they do
Father forgive em for these niggas
Know not what they do
My niggas 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 niggas
Know not what they do
Father forgive em for these niggas
Know not what they do
Damn, this shit feel like I’m in outter space
Surviving when I keep my pace, I’m cruising
This is not a race
Feeling like my nigga 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
Shit 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
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 shit
But what’s the fuckin purpose?
Does it make you rich? Well
What’s the fuckin purpose?
These bitches dirty and I’m tired
Where’s the damn detergent?
We came a long way from the bottom
That’s for fuckin certain
That’s cuz a nigga workin
Know not what they do
Father forgive em for these niggas
Know not what they do
My niggas 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 niggas
Know not what they do
Father forgive em for these niggas
Know not what they do
Damn, this shit feel like I’m in outter space
Surviving when I keep my pace, I’m cruising
This is not a race
Feeling like my nigga 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
Shit 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
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 shit
But what’s the fuckin purpose?
Does it make you rich? Well
What’s the fuckin purpose?
These bitches dirty and I’m tired
Where’s the damn detergent?
We came a long way from the bottom
That’s for fuckin certain
That’s cuz a nigga workin