MGM Kobee - Forgiveness Lyrics

(Lord forgive me for my sins)
(Yea yea yea)
Lord forgive me for my sins
I'm just tryna win
I just want the guala, them dollars, them benjamins
I just hope the love niggas showing is genuine
Pops told me keep it player, he raising a gentleman
And niggas see the plugs, but take out the middle man
Seen niggas toting glizzies since they was a little man
Tryna take me out the game
They playing with my name
They can holla at the gang
Aye
Gang gang
And I get money so I brag different
And money flooding out my pocket cus my bag different
My bag different
Now I'm bagging all these bad bitches
And fast women posting jewelry, but the glass missing
And niggas so tough in they present like they past missing
They toting 50s, but they still can catch it ass whipping
You steady talm bout how you dripping, but the splash missing
And post a backwood stuffed with reggie, why the gas missing
And I be feeling like I'm waking up in Hell's Kitchen
Niggas spying
Bullets flying
Shorties dying
Mommas crying
I just pray it ain't my people that them shells hitting
A nigga fresh up out of prison now his cells missing
And every time I check the gram these niggas self snitching
That don't fly with me
I'm so high, I'm running red lights round the city
So please don't drive with me
This Gucci 550
I'm getting real spiffy
I keep a real blicky
Leave niggas real shitty
My finger real itchy
You wanna deal with me
These niggas feel pity
And I don't show no mercy
Cus all my niggas spinning blocks
We riding, we lurking
And all my niggas shooting glocks
We spying, we purging
And catch a nigga smoke his top
He dying for certain
And all these niggas clowned out
Belong in a circus
A nigga get his head popped
He counting my purses
These niggas don't play no games
These niggas wanna take my chain
These niggas wanna steal my fame
These niggas wanna count these checks
Wanna blow these tecs
Wanna steal my lane
These niggas wanna fuck my bitch
Wanna take my chips
Wanna take my game
These niggas wanna steal my reign
Lord forgive me for my sins
I'm just tryna win
I just want the guala, them dollars, them benjamins
I just hope the love niggas showing is genuine
Pops told me keep it player, he raising a gentleman
And niggas see the plugs, but take out the middle man
Seen shorties toting glizzies since they was a little man
Tryna take me out the game
They playing with my name
They can holla at the gang
Aye
Gang gang
And I get money so I brag different
And money flooding out my pocket cus my bag different
My bag different
Now I'm bagging all these bad bitches
And fast women posting jewelry, but the glass missing
And niggas so tough in they present like they past missing

(Lord forgive me for my sins)
(Yea yea yea)
Lord forgive me for my sins
I'm just tryna win
I just want the guala, them dollars, them benjamins
I just hope the love niggas showing is genuine
Pops told me keep it player, he raising a gentleman
And niggas see the plugs, but take out the middle man
Seen niggas toting glizzies since they was a little man
Tryna take me out the game
They playing with my name
They can holla at the gang
Aye
Gang gang
And I get money so I brag different
And money flooding out my pocket cus my bag different
My bag different
Now I'm bagging all these bad bitches
And fast women posting jewelry, but the glass missing
And niggas so tough in they present like they past missing
They toting 50s, but they still can catch it ass whipping
You steady talm bout how you dripping, but the splash missing
And post a backwood stuffed with reggie, why the gas missing
And I be feeling like I'm waking up in Hell's Kitchen
Niggas spying
Bullets flying
Shorties dying
Mommas crying
I just pray it ain't my people that them shells hitting
A nigga fresh up out of prison now his cells missing
And every time I check the gram these niggas self snitching
That don't fly with me
I'm so high, I'm running red lights round the city
So please don't drive with me
This Gucci 550
I'm getting real spiffy
I keep a real blicky
Leave niggas real shitty
My finger real itchy
You wanna deal with me
These niggas feel pity
And I don't show no mercy
Cus all my niggas spinning blocks
We riding, we lurking
And all my niggas shooting glocks
We spying, we purging
And catch a nigga smoke his top
He dying for certain
And all these niggas clowned out
Belong in a circus
A nigga get his head popped
He counting my purses
These niggas don't play no games
These niggas wanna take my chain
These niggas wanna steal my fame
These niggas wanna count these checks
Wanna blow these tecs
Wanna steal my lane
These niggas wanna fuck my bitch
Wanna take my chips
Wanna take my game
These niggas wanna steal my reign
Lord forgive me for my sins
I'm just tryna win
I just want the guala, them dollars, them benjamins
I just hope the love niggas showing is genuine
Pops told me keep it player, he raising a gentleman
And niggas see the plugs, but take out the middle man
Seen shorties toting glizzies since they was a little man
Tryna take me out the game
They playing with my name
They can holla at the gang
Aye
Gang gang
And I get money so I brag different
And money flooding out my pocket cus my bag different
My bag different
Now I'm bagging all these bad bitches
And fast women posting jewelry, but the glass missing
And niggas so tough in they present like they past missing