Martin Sky - Forgive Them lyrics

[Intro] Wonda de' Wonda de' Wonda (x2) [Verse 1] Heard these goofies been talkin' Til they pullin' up on 'em Intentions of off-ing 'em Now they're in coffins That silence so strong You could hear the hood coughin' Tomorrow ain't promised So you link up with patnas And now you act pompous You're in some hot water It's feeling like lava It's nothing to us We just talk like we're proper Figaro, Figaro Youngin's with sweet-n-low Pushing that weight 'Til they get to the regionals Clucks gotta buy it They got it for really low Mayor looking at 'em Like "Really though, really though?" Pardon my accent It's all due to the rappin', been snappin' That's present and past tense Presence is pa**ionate, actually I've just been casually catchin' it Black vernacular, rap in back of this black acura Smacking up pa**engers That want to act like they're amba**adors Faster than black daddies Leaving their ba*tards and packing up Like "what you mean, boy?" Ain't no back sa**in' us Lacking, it's cracking Assa**ins sitting on the roof with the pastor Screaming "God forgive my sin, ain't no money root faster" Hopefully this paper, can turn into some chapters Cause ain't no more breaks, just that action disaster Let me act emotional, you know it's high fashion High pace living, counting higher fractions Getting that cash, and you'll turn into Ca**ius Cash is clay, need my clay no rations A-gressive, but still act pa**ive Don't test it I know you're actin' Just a slave, now where's your lashings You gonna call, this money master Pull your card And then your master, card and visa, send you packin' Every night, and day this pa**ion Fills my heart And then I'm back in Studios just spitting acid Twitter talk, but where's your action Media just fills the ma**es Heads with nothing Circuits crashing Faces plastered, to the television screen Brains is tampered with And now they think they're nothing more Than super-soaker blasters Yo, Max, go faster, yo, Max, go faster Better cool out, homie I ain't going no faster I'm telling you the truth You little ungrateful ba*tards [Hook] Forgive them, for they know not what they do I swear them boys just don't move how we move And ain't nothing changed, I swear it's nothing new I'm still with the gang, I swear it's nothing new, Lord (x2) [Verse 2] I done came down, I done popped out It ain't nothing to me and my partners (why, why?) Cause we hot now And my shorty ride around in designer With the top down Boy, it smells like teen spirit, Nirvana (What it smell like, baby?) When I'm 'round Man I swear they act like they don't know me 'Til they want some' Man if I cannot have no real homies I don't want none I'm surrounded by goofies and phony's (boy y'all some goofies, some goofies) And that's no fun I'm just trying to speak all of this gospel Like Rev Run All these girls want to party Babygirl, don't me started Say I'm her favorite artist She's all on my line, texting and calling my line Before my plane even departed I'm back in LA Me and Chuckie in "Rari Stunting, I'm sorry not sorry Promise I'm not playing games Promise I'm not playing games, boy, this is not Atari My shorty be singing She India Arie I'm in your girl's history Check her safari I still fly for free, riding jeeps through safari Then back to Chicago Get Harold's or Laury's Don't worry my feature price You can't afford me I had to get braggadocios after chorus They playing with me But I'm not just recording I laugh cause they think their opinions important I swear