Key Glock - Forgive Me

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
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord
Save our souls, save our souls
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord (Hitkidd, what it do, man?)

Uh, Lord forgive me for my sins
I'm 'bout to kill these fuck niggas once again
Left, jumped off the porch, no pad, no pen
Yeah, all I really had was a stick on my hip (yeah)
Stick on my hip, I put it on him (yeah)
I put it on him and I put it on you (yeah)
Matter of fact, I put it on the whole crew (baow)
These niggas big cap like Dr. Seuss
Yeah, big MAC back and it fled like a cruise
I be chasin' them racks like Duck, Duck, Goose (phew, phew)
And my diamonds be dancin', just like Duke Deuce (bling)
I be sippin' on purple, avenues (Wock', Wock')
Yeah, these niggas some serpents, can't let 'em through (nah, uh)
Keep them squares out your circle, stay on the move
Every day I be workin', workin' my moves (yeah, yeah)
Workin' my move, I play this shit off, I keep me somethin' smooth
I came in this world and made my own rules (yeah, yeah)
You know I'm a monster that hang with some goons (yeah, yeah)
Lil' bitch, I got rich, I ain't got nothin' to prove (yeah)
Money on my mind when I jumped out the womb (yeah)
Keep a big-ass knot, just like a cartoon (yeah)
And if I'm number one, Glizock number two, yeah (yeah, yeah)

We don't know where to go
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord (hahaha, yeah)
We don't know where to go
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord (twin 'nem)
Save our souls, save our souls (yeah, me, myself and I)
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord (Gang, gang)
Save our souls, save our souls
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord (yeah)

I walk by fate, he had rid 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 nothin' nice, in Glock we trust, on Jesus Christ
Yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
In Glock we trust, on God (yeah)
Money, hungry-ass nigga, I can't starve
Five-hundred racks stuffed in my Goyard (racks)
Sippin' on Wock', me and my nigga Bart
I ride my McLaren like Mario Kart (skrrt)
Glock, how you get it? How you get that drop? (huh?)
You talkin' 'bout my car or you talkin' 'bout the opps? (the opps)
Uh, uh, best believe, I'ma get it done (yeah)
Keep killers on the side of me (the side), the back and the front (front)
Them niggas that be around me (yeah), they ain't around for nothin' (nah, gang)
Brand new double-R done (done), niggas ain't did what I done (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 the Lord (mmm, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)
Save our souls, save our souls
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord (I know I'm fucked up, know what I'm sayin'?)
Save our souls, save our souls (I'm fucked up in the head, know what I'm sayin'?)
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord
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
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord
Save our souls, save our souls
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord

Written by:
Markeyvius Cathey

Publisher:
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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