Prophiavelli - Lord Forgive Me Lyrics

Yo, I can't believe not a word that you tell me
With my back on the wall, they don't help me
I said I'm going number one, they don't like that
I never took a handout, got my own trap
Prophet
Lord forgive me, lord forgive me though
Lord forgive me, lord forgive me though
I just want a ball and some balmain
I just want a ball and some balmain
Now riddle me this, I said who nice with the shits
And I ain't talking Parkinson's, I steady moving the wrist
So I light up the spliff, I see the snakes through the thick fog
Slick shit, Michael Vick bitch, you can die dawg
I got a couple killers logged on the iPhone
Plus the rottweiler's roam when I'm not home
I got the chrome in the zone, I'm just being honest
She fell in love with the white, I call her Pocahontas
I got some schemes for my dreams mixed with codeine
Basically mean, I always lean towards the new regime
Looking clean, but you love it when I'm dark
And you know I got wordplay, my verbs is at the damn park
Yeah they rap, but they don't sound like me
Matter fact, strict nine, they don't sound like we
And if you ask right now, they say that I ain't shit
But if I die right now, they say that I was the shit, wow
Lord forgive me, lord forgive me though
Lord forgive me, lord forgive me though
I just want a ball and some balmain
I just want a ball and some balmain
It's strict nine records, we don't gotta get along
Independent like the song, you should know the team strong
You should know what we on, we just here to beat the odds
Many he think it's Halloween, a bunch of niggas at his doorknob
Click, clack, boom, pow, onomatopeia
And my soul paralyzed, I wish that I could feel ya
This world muy fria, it's way too cold
Man you think it's young money pulled up with that Drake O
Say that you a killer, but you barely ever sin
Man I said, lord forgive me cause I'm always down to win
By any means necessary, shit is extraordinary
I don't need my glasses, but you know that I'm a visionary
Run off fumes, I'm headed nowhere soon
Man except for the top, they wanna see my doom
I wanna see me bloom, into that rose, no shroom
And let your team get swept, like that basement room I'm gone
Prophet
Lord forgive me, lord forgive me though
Lord forgive me, lord forgive me though
I just want a ball and some balmain
I just want a ball and some ballmain
Strict Nine Record$, niggas gotta do they math over
They tried to count us out
Prophet