NY Bangers LLC - God Forbid lyrics

God forbid, forbid, god, forbid God forbid my sins God let my team win God forbid my sins God god god god Forbid my sins God come let me win God just let me shine God give me more time I dont wanna die God let us get high Woo I'm i the sky Chilling and billing with god God forbid my sins on the block On the block its hot Get shot for your gap Non stop pop pop Slish slash slice Pay the price It Ain't nice But were get it right Just give us time Stoners ring g my Line Cos ill be on a grind Moving these nines Till i get a stye Swollen up on the eye No sleep for nights Up all night peddling on bike I'm all about money that be my life I'm all about queens head that wife Psych but its pretty nice But Now I'm on a hype And ive got a knife Ready take a life Ready catch a body Alot muddaf**ers around moving dodge Talking to the coppeys or getting co*ky Chilling on the blockey till they shotty With snotty d** ive got the lotty You can't stop me