Father Forgive 'Em

[Intro: Rockie] Yea yea Father forgive em for these niggas know not what they do Father forgive em for these niggas know not what they do [Hook: Rockie] My niggas hustled, then we made it through You tried to tell em but they act like they ain’t have a clue Father forgive em for these niggas know not what they do Father forgive em for these niggas know not what they do [Verse: Rockie] Damn, this shit feel like I’m in outter space Surviving when I keep my pace, I’m cruising, this is not a race Feeling like my nigga Meek, these dreams the only thing I chase Been here for a minute, a lot of people just arriving late My key is low, my blunt bangin like a 808 Shit can make Usain Bolt feel out of shape Ricky love the fans, you just see he dropped another tape I was on Green Street, buying out all the Bape Mercy me, I could’ve did better on that mercy beat But still pushed the mercy when I travel through Miami streets So elite, $800 Jordans on my feet My team is on a winning streak, we the ones to beat [Hook] [Verse: Rockie] They see me pull up on that scene clean My chick thick and my clique full of young kings The word around is we looking like The Dream-Team The word around is we looking like The Dream-Team We got them gold medals, and Lamborghini pedals That all-gold Rollie and diamonds in the bezel We on another level, bunch of rich ass rebels And ever since we touch the riches we won’t never let go I hear you talkin shit, but what’s the fuckin purpose? Does it make you rich? Well, what’s the fuckin purpose? These bitches dirty and I’m tired, where’s the damn detergent? We came a long way from the bottom, that’s for fuckin certain That’s cuz a nigga workin [Hook]