The Life of the Young South (Interlude) lyrics

[Intro]
Lord forgive me please..

[Verse 1]
Lord forgive me I know I'm wrong
They shouldn't have f*cked 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 f*cking 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 f*ck
Put my eggs in the same basket
My runner b*tch 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*ggas
That sh*t trickled down to motherf*ck all n*ggas
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 b*tch can't even pretend she ain't jealous
State to the gang she know she my refuge when it get nanas
If this sh*t 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*ggas front me
Don't f*ck with at all
? By the fact my enemies inspired by my songs
And i f*cken 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