Weasel Sims - Blood Diamonds Lyrics

I father God
Which art in heaven
Ya know, heyy
I'm finally
Starting to see things fa
What they is
Get grimey for my respect
It is what it is
But I ain't like that wit the ones I love
If you hurt me i forgive
But can't forget but I ain't holding a grudge
It's paper to get, it's more than enough
But that's third
Family second, God coming first
Nothing above
If I don't love you and you hurt me
Then it's slugs fa ya
That's the only forewarn fa ya
Scratch you off the record
See how then tables turn fa ya
I'm no DJ
Hustle and flow
Serving O's off the eway
At the g station
He hopped in I count the ends then keep skating
My next lick always come short, she be cheapskating
Told her I'm not around
Haze in town, we call that relaying
I get the books sent in
Call it e-baying
This street game that we play in
Requires faith
Better keep preying to defeat satan
Bitch, my feet stay in
Some kicks you need an app for
Them shits the sneaker mans be tryna tax for
He tried to buy respect off my rep but I don't sell power
Get em stretched wen I give the signal like a cell tower
Came in dripping slight condensation
These days I'm real light
On the conversation
Niggas talk like they the shit but I smell coward
I spent hours
Preaching how to
Get outter
To my congregation
How to get it out the mud
Form a partnership
Get it out the plug
Put my heart in this
Only run off
If u think I'm dumb
That work ain't what you said it was
I paid you back off what I felt it was
I beg ya pardon bitch
Come get it like tyson
I dig it
When you stop digging
All I did was dug
Blood diamonds
Bitch now it's a flood
Nigga what

I father God
Which art in heaven
Ya know, heyy
I'm finally
Starting to see things fa
What they is
Get grimey for my respect
It is what it is
But I ain't like that wit the ones I love
If you hurt me i forgive
But can't forget but I ain't holding a grudge
It's paper to get, it's more than enough
But that's third
Family second, God coming first
Nothing above
If I don't love you and you hurt me
Then it's slugs fa ya
That's the only forewarn fa ya
Scratch you off the record
See how then tables turn fa ya
I'm no DJ
Hustle and flow
Serving O's off the eway
At the g station
He hopped in I count the ends then keep skating
My next lick always come short, she be cheapskating
Told her I'm not around
Haze in town, we call that relaying
I get the books sent in
Call it e-baying
This street game that we play in
Requires faith
Better keep preying to defeat satan
Bitch, my feet stay in
Some kicks you need an app for
Them shits the sneaker mans be tryna tax for
He tried to buy respect off my rep but I don't sell power
Get em stretched wen I give the signal like a cell tower
Came in dripping slight condensation
These days I'm real light
On the conversation
Niggas talk like they the shit but I smell coward
I spent hours
Preaching how to
Get outter
To my congregation
How to get it out the mud
Form a partnership
Get it out the plug
Put my heart in this
Only run off
If u think I'm dumb
That work ain't what you said it was
I paid you back off what I felt it was
I beg ya pardon bitch
Come get it like tyson
I dig it
When you stop digging
All I did was dug
Blood diamonds
Bitch now it's a flood
Nigga what