Lord forgive me Lord forgive me Lord (Mi sey Lord forgive mi)
Lord forgive me Lord forgive me Lord (Mi sey Lord forgive mi)
Imagine being caught up in two worlds
Pulpit or pull it, Flag ties or tithing, The staff or mop stick
If shoes are wet bottoms know he ain't use a coaster
Slow to the bread but he was quick with the toaster
Before he got the chance to start it type looked over
Don't play boy the card he dealt turned him to magnolia
Happy off the flower
Speeding up the clock living fast for the chowder
Lost track of time confessing the world is ours
Hearing all the nahs
Which came from his entourage mostly familia
In retrospect irks a little part
But they'll still get checks like niggas no punch line that's the criteria
Why you cut classes cuz you was raised by the masses
You ask forgiveness thinking like God'll get past this
To have an OG isn't that far from a masa
It's misdirection you going on and moving backwards
Tried by fire, tested by the park slide
Disciples laying hands, the homies throw up gang signs
Verses in my head, curses to the ops line
I bang with gang they slang the tree and coca
Uh now if the preacher say to wait for saving from Jesus
While living in the trenches where cops kill us and beat us
Don't tell us that we tripping the block what we believe in
Our brothers turn to angels cuz what they are deem in
If I'm reaching let me know
We still picking cotton we just call it 8-4
11.50 wages is what they claim is gon save us
That's why we tryna get up on the Leakers or the Lakers
Word to Craig Sager if I see an enemy
Forget the cross cuz I may call the t BS and reach
I'm suited different with these neighborhoods you ought to be
Fore' you C4
Next thing you on tees and tees
I don't shneeds
Lord forgive me Lord forgive me Lord
Lord forgive me Lord forgive me Lord
Why you cut classes cuz you was raised by the masses
You ask forgiveness thinking like God'll get past this
To have an OG isn't that far from a masa
It's misdirection you going on and moving backwards
Tried by fire, tested by the park slide
Disciples laying hands, the homies throw up gang signs
Verses in my head, curses to the ops line
I bang with gang they slang the tree and coca
Tried by fire, tested by the park slide
Disciples laying hands, the homies throw up gang signs
Verses in my head, curses to the ops line
I bang with gang they slang the tree and coca
I know I make momma sad ofc B
Cuz she ain't have this problem with no child before me
Say my story wrote different nigga who forged me
Depression problems pushing products tryna get floor seats
I had my knees to the floor hoping the Lord speaks
Cuz rich in spirit, poor in pockets had me crossed please
Don't need that we breaking bread with people first
Even times when it would hurt and the only thing we view is no feedback
So just to break even tryna to beat the odds
Had me dancing with the Devil while I walk with God
Read the word every day, say word and imma spray
Who would've thought that a nigga pushing work could be the wrong job
Why my biggest supporters come from the wrong squad?
Many times church made me think it's the wrong God
Horror scene if you see the things that I've saw you prolly stop asking me
Why you cut classes cuz you was raised by the masses
You ask forgiveness thinking like God'll get past this
To have an OG isn't that far from a masa
It's misdirection you going on and moving backwards
Tried by fire, tested by the park slide
Disciples laying hands, the homies throw up gang signs
Verses in my head, curses to the ops line
I bang with gang they slang the tree and coca
Tried by fire, tested by the park slide
Disciples laying hands, the homies throw up gang signs
Verses in my head, curses to the ops line
I bang with gang they slang the tree and co-
Eknock - Misdirection Lyrics
Eknock - Misdirection Lyrics
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Lord forgive me Lord forgive me Lord (Mi sey Lord forgive mi)
Lord forgive me Lord forgive me Lord (Mi sey Lord forgive mi)
Imagine being caught up in two worlds
Pulpit or pull it, Flag ties or tithing, The staff or mop stick
If shoes are wet bottoms know he ain't use a coaster
Slow to the bread but he was quick with the toaster
Before he got the chance to start it type looked over
Don't play boy the card he dealt turned him to magnolia
Happy off the flower
Speeding up the clock living fast for the chowder
Lost track of time confessing the world is ours
Hearing all the nahs
Which came from his entourage mostly familia
In retrospect irks a little part
But they'll still get checks like niggas no punch line that's the criteria
Why you cut classes cuz you was raised by the masses
You ask forgiveness thinking like God'll get past this
To have an OG isn't that far from a masa
It's misdirection you going on and moving backwards
Tried by fire, tested by the park slide
Disciples laying hands, the homies throw up gang signs
Verses in my head, curses to the ops line
I bang with gang they slang the tree and coca
Uh now if the preacher say to wait for saving from Jesus
While living in the trenches where cops kill us and beat us
Don't tell us that we tripping the block what we believe in
Our brothers turn to angels cuz what they are deem in
If I'm reaching let me know
We still picking cotton we just call it 8-4
11.50 wages is what they claim is gon save us
That's why we tryna get up on the Leakers or the Lakers
Word to Craig Sager if I see an enemy
Forget the cross cuz I may call the t BS and reach
I'm suited different with these neighborhoods you ought to be
Fore' you C4
Next thing you on tees and tees
I don't shneeds
Lord forgive me Lord forgive me Lord
Lord forgive me Lord forgive me Lord
Why you cut classes cuz you was raised by the masses
You ask forgiveness thinking like God'll get past this
To have an OG isn't that far from a masa
It's misdirection you going on and moving backwards
Tried by fire, tested by the park slide
Disciples laying hands, the homies throw up gang signs
Verses in my head, curses to the ops line
I bang with gang they slang the tree and coca
Tried by fire, tested by the park slide
Disciples laying hands, the homies throw up gang signs
Verses in my head, curses to the ops line
I bang with gang they slang the tree and coca
I know I make momma sad ofc B
Cuz she ain't have this problem with no child before me
Say my story wrote different nigga who forged me
Depression problems pushing products tryna get floor seats
I had my knees to the floor hoping the Lord speaks
Cuz rich in spirit, poor in pockets had me crossed please
Don't need that we breaking bread with people first
Even times when it would hurt and the only thing we view is no feedback
So just to break even tryna to beat the odds
Had me dancing with the Devil while I walk with God
Read the word every day, say word and imma spray
Who would've thought that a nigga pushing work could be the wrong job
Why my biggest supporters come from the wrong squad?
Many times church made me think it's the wrong God
Horror scene if you see the things that I've saw you prolly stop asking me
Why you cut classes cuz you was raised by the masses
You ask forgiveness thinking like God'll get past this
To have an OG isn't that far from a masa
It's misdirection you going on and moving backwards
Tried by fire, tested by the park slide
Disciples laying hands, the homies throw up gang signs
Verses in my head, curses to the ops line
I bang with gang they slang the tree and coca
Tried by fire, tested by the park slide
Disciples laying hands, the homies throw up gang signs
Verses in my head, curses to the ops line
I bang with gang they slang the tree and co-
Lord forgive me Lord forgive me Lord (Mi sey Lord forgive mi)
Imagine being caught up in two worlds
Pulpit or pull it, Flag ties or tithing, The staff or mop stick
If shoes are wet bottoms know he ain't use a coaster
Slow to the bread but he was quick with the toaster
Before he got the chance to start it type looked over
Don't play boy the card he dealt turned him to magnolia
Happy off the flower
Speeding up the clock living fast for the chowder
Lost track of time confessing the world is ours
Hearing all the nahs
Which came from his entourage mostly familia
In retrospect irks a little part
But they'll still get checks like niggas no punch line that's the criteria
Why you cut classes cuz you was raised by the masses
You ask forgiveness thinking like God'll get past this
To have an OG isn't that far from a masa
It's misdirection you going on and moving backwards
Tried by fire, tested by the park slide
Disciples laying hands, the homies throw up gang signs
Verses in my head, curses to the ops line
I bang with gang they slang the tree and coca
Uh now if the preacher say to wait for saving from Jesus
While living in the trenches where cops kill us and beat us
Don't tell us that we tripping the block what we believe in
Our brothers turn to angels cuz what they are deem in
If I'm reaching let me know
We still picking cotton we just call it 8-4
11.50 wages is what they claim is gon save us
That's why we tryna get up on the Leakers or the Lakers
Word to Craig Sager if I see an enemy
Forget the cross cuz I may call the t BS and reach
I'm suited different with these neighborhoods you ought to be
Fore' you C4
Next thing you on tees and tees
I don't shneeds
Lord forgive me Lord forgive me Lord
Lord forgive me Lord forgive me Lord
Why you cut classes cuz you was raised by the masses
You ask forgiveness thinking like God'll get past this
To have an OG isn't that far from a masa
It's misdirection you going on and moving backwards
Tried by fire, tested by the park slide
Disciples laying hands, the homies throw up gang signs
Verses in my head, curses to the ops line
I bang with gang they slang the tree and coca
Tried by fire, tested by the park slide
Disciples laying hands, the homies throw up gang signs
Verses in my head, curses to the ops line
I bang with gang they slang the tree and coca
I know I make momma sad ofc B
Cuz she ain't have this problem with no child before me
Say my story wrote different nigga who forged me
Depression problems pushing products tryna get floor seats
I had my knees to the floor hoping the Lord speaks
Cuz rich in spirit, poor in pockets had me crossed please
Don't need that we breaking bread with people first
Even times when it would hurt and the only thing we view is no feedback
So just to break even tryna to beat the odds
Had me dancing with the Devil while I walk with God
Read the word every day, say word and imma spray
Who would've thought that a nigga pushing work could be the wrong job
Why my biggest supporters come from the wrong squad?
Many times church made me think it's the wrong God
Horror scene if you see the things that I've saw you prolly stop asking me
Why you cut classes cuz you was raised by the masses
You ask forgiveness thinking like God'll get past this
To have an OG isn't that far from a masa
It's misdirection you going on and moving backwards
Tried by fire, tested by the park slide
Disciples laying hands, the homies throw up gang signs
Verses in my head, curses to the ops line
I bang with gang they slang the tree and coca
Tried by fire, tested by the park slide
Disciples laying hands, the homies throw up gang signs
Verses in my head, curses to the ops line
I bang with gang they slang the tree and co-
Writer: Hosea Kese
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid