Video God Forgives I Dont de Gucci Mane 2024 Hip Hop Lyrics

Gucci Mane - God Forgives I Dont Lyrics

"God Forgives, I Don't" lyrics Hotboy Wes Lyrics "God Forgives, I Don't"

Ayy, this for them 9th Street hardheads, man (KG made it)
This for every young nigga out there, man
You hear me?
Put it in they motherfucking face, nigga
For real

My lil' brother rocking USPA, we wasn't having Nike
Grew up in the gutter, wasn't no structure, it took sacrifices
High speed, ain't have a license (Skrrt)
White folks gon' extradite me
Pussy bitch ain't never write me
Locked down, I'm letter writin'
Thousand push-ups every night, I hurt them hoes feelings (Feelings)
Waitin' on parole, starin' at a closed ceiling (Ceiling)
Sleepin' on my mama couch, was thinkin' 'bout a million (Million)
Residue on my clothes, sellin' 'bows out a building
Record label just called me, they wanna see me in New York (Yep)
Crippin' like I'm from Cali, I'm pimpin' bitches like Too Short (Crip)
Posted up the ally, puttin' PCP on my Newports
Bitches, they used to dog me, I'm ballin' like it was two courts
Northside thuggin' like New Orleans in the '90s (Wah)
Grew up on BG, had a BB gun in my diapers
Cellblock 33 when I had to sleep with the lifers
If a nigga play me, knife him, that shit turned me to a tiger (Grr)
Heart barely beating from the betrayals and the stab wounds
Late night with great whites, been posted up since past noon
Gave my dog fifty, ain't see my nigga since last June
Locked me up at eleven, brought a weapon to my classroom
Ever since a toddler age, I promise it's been turbulence (Turbulence)
Opps said they gon' stop my days, they promise they gon' murder men (Murder)
I ain't with all that dissin', you can miss me with that verbal shit
Chopper sticks on a mission, spin his trenches with some urgency (Baow, baow, baow, baow)

Young nigga trappin', if you trappin', trap your ass off
Young nigga jackin', if you jackin', jack your ass off
Free bands in my Guccis, think I'm Future with my mask off
Never gave a fuck about no music, I'll crash out

Throwin' up my section in another nigga trenches (Trenches)
Rock out with that Glock out, I'm like Popeye on the spinach (Spinach)
Bitch, I'm really from the trenches, don't do it for no image
Outside where they be spinnin'
Glock 9 in my Givenchy (Baow, baow, baow, baow)

Young nigga trappin', if you trappin', trap your ass off (Trap)
Young nigga jackin', if you jackin', jack your ass off (Give it up)
Free bands in my Guccis, think I'm Future with my mask off
Never gave a fuck about no music, I'll crash out (Quit)

I'll crash out
Ayy, and you niggas know where to find me at, nigga
You hear me?
Right across the creek, nigga
On my mama, nigga, Green Stone Pound, nigga
Yeah, four pistol or no pistols, nigga
Yeah, nigga, you niggas got a whole football team, nigga, I'll be one deep
You hear me?
On my mama
Still gon' lay dead in the street behind that shit, nigga
On my mama, nigga
Yeah
God forgive, I don't
Pussy-ass nigga