Saudi
The Life of the Young South (Interlude)
[Intro]
Lord forgive me please..

[Verse 1]
Lord forgive me I know I'm wrong
They shouldn't have fucked with me at all
I can't tell whose friend or foe
All I know is they don't know that
Old school short gun I got all these? shell cases on the floor
Stop fucking with me
I'm not friendly to begin with
I'm bad business, I'm a problem
Please don't forget me
Still can't be honest to the judge
Rest in? To myself
Paid the cost to be the plug
?
Thought I was naive as fuck
Put my eggs in the same basket
My runner bitch betrayed my trust
Thought I shouldn't be respected
Then my diamond hoe switched up
Put em both in the same casket
Get a new hoe and switch it up
She like me she from the trenches
When? clean my act up
First day out I bought up two cups
And that used to do the trick
Till they started tricking me
Wasn't really tripping the blood thick
As I'm betrayed by those I call my n***as
That shit trickled down to motherfuck all n***as
Dedicated my loyalty only to money endeavors
Ain't came from e'Orlando but I stay with the Mandela's
When I'm in my zone my bitch can't even pretend she ain't jealous
State to the gang she know she my refuge when it get nanas
If this shit come coming down
She's cooking what I'ma sell for us
Infact she's cooking I'm just lying though
I'm riding knee deep to the fact that I ain't lying hoe
Denied by my hood n***as front me
Don't fuck with at all
? By the fact my enemies inspired by my songs
And i fucken depicted my criminal activities in my songs
Ain't wrote raps in a minute they just pay me they dough
I dont have beef no chit chat, don't bother that's all (krrr krrr)
Lord knows?
Msotra find out at all