Can’t Forgive lyrics

[Verse]
I need to get sh*t right with God before I reach my peak
My new truck can't be peeped, too much workin' in these streets
And I always tell myself, "Can't fail, got too many people who need me"
And I always told myself, "Xho, you gon' ball just like leukemia"
On my twin, no Austin Powers
Locked in, tryna work on my album
In jail like twenty-four hours
n*ggas get stabbed, they don't take showers
And my opps hate goin to jail, when they get there, it's blood showers
And when R had got locked up, he kept sh*t silent before he beat sh*t, that's my brother
Free Hunt, n*gga die, he touch him
I survived the motion
I'd be wrong, they tell 'em that I'm proud of buddy
And I'm still a felon, can't get booked out country
And I'm still prevailing, can't f*ck up my motion
When I slide, it's backseat Jeep
I know I'll ride when it's beef
I still'll load and get 'em gone, I don't just make songs about this beef
Yeah, they talking 'bout the sh*t at the store when I dropped me a n*gga like, "Who can't hit?"
Or you talking 'bout the n*gga I spinned right down in that hour when he tried lil' Chris?
Or you talking 'bout when bruh got popped, but your boy got dropped? You ain't talkin' 'bout sh*t
Try to slide on me, hear, "Frrt," I put a fully on all my blick
If you f*ck with the gang, then— brrr, lil n*gga, all y'all hoes gettin' hit
Yeah, workin', I've been on the road, I don't ever be in none of these n*ggas' mix
Pull up on these n*ggas' block, two hundred shots, we need us a movie
Don't even be with they clique, these n*ggas hop, these n*ggas groupies
Never put gun in the bag, it's in my hand, boy, I ain't stupid
Tryna go slide on they block, I lost a car, hop in an Ubey
Who not him? How a b*tch gon' tell me who I am?
Shoot at them, soon I send 'em up, I do my dance
They drop diss, spin in twenty minutes, who be playin'?
I don't like your big homie, I washed him out, now you the man
On God, yeah, this sh*t get bloody, but this ain't bloody, this sh*t personal
This sh*t get Bloody, I'm talkin' 'bout Sex, Money, and Murder
And tell your boyfriend, "Watch your mouth," I said I'd murder him, on Blood
He talkin' 'bout he do what and he from where? I ain't heard of him, on Blood
All that cryin' with sh*t, n*gga
Ain't no tryin' this sh*t, n*gga
n*ggas die 'bout this sh*t, n*gga
It ain't nothin' to drop six figures
I'm a real Zone Six n*gga
I know you ain't on sh*t, n*gga
And I know he ain't on sh*t either
Your ho still gon' f*ck, I kill you, she an eater
Plus I ain't livin' with my b*tch, I don't need sh*t
n*ggas who love beefin' with Xho ain't gon' be sh*t
But some deceased sh*t, on some BIP sh*t (On God)