God Forgive Us (feat. The Game & Nipsey Hussle)

God forgive us for cause we do not know what we do We only do what we see The Gift, all my real niggas out there No Limit forever, man I told you it ain't over, I made these niggas I'm back to get what's mine This my life ughh This my life, nigga No Limit forever Boss of all bosses Godfather of this shit, nigga A little skinny nigga, call me underdog Hangin' with my partners, parkin' our expensive cars It's funny how the rock will change a nigga's life Went to sleeping on floors to mansions fuckin' overnight Took grandma to the church, had to pay my tithes A hundred Gs to the preacher, should've seen his eyes My auntie cry every time when she sees me strapped But these niggas will kill you, life is just one trap Keep my pistol cocked homie, I don't fuck with cowards Took my bitch out the hood, here's a million dollars Put my trust in god, and I love haters Cause every time they talk, nigga I get paper Watch your enemies, you even got to watch your friends Peter told Jesus he love him, then he did him in [?] called this shit last year, man this shit funny Real niggas will turn bitch over a little money I thank God for my partner, my nigga Joey Cause when I was hurtin', he ain't talk shit He said kitchen dro' it Yeah, let's make a toast to this real shit And all the bullshit we had to deal with Started off with crumbs we had to build bricks I pray 20 years later that I'm still rich Rollin' up swishas to this real shit Still prayin' for the patience not to kill shit Started off with crumbs we had to build bricks It's no limit to this real shit It's the untouchable, grew up on the Huxtable So it's nothing for me to kick in the door and fuck with you Tie you and your bitch up, then hop in the truck with you You die on your way to the trap, the knife stuck in you This next bar for Rihanna, I'm fuckin' you Gangsta, hit it doggystle with Chris Brown bumpin' too Love bitches, smoke weed, cut pies, sold dope Drove 'raris, parked Masi's crooked on Appalachian slopes Ey yo P they ain't seen a cold nigga like this, B These are the memoirs of the gold rope Hollywood never, them the white boys I sold coke Crazy motherfucker, my conscious stream Four Loko Ice-T in them bricks, I been fuckin' with CoCo 11 years old, I had a triple beam, before I had a G.I. Joe Birds by the boatload, that bitch-life in a chokehold It's hard to trust hoes, you see what happened to Ocho Yeah, ain't no limit to this real shit Mastering them Ps since 12, it's time to kill shit Yeah, let's make a toast to this real shit And all the bullshit we had to deal with Started off with crumbs we had to build bricks I pray 20 years later that I'm still rich Rollin' up swishas to this real shit Still prayin' for the patience not to kill shit Started off with crumbs we had to build bricks It's no limit to this real shit Uh huh Keep the credits rollin' nigga This my movie, I'm the director I told y'all niggas Y'all have woke up the motherfuckin' sleeping giant