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Jay Z - Lord Forgive Em Lyrics

[Intro: JAY-Z]
Lord forgive 'em
Lord forgive 'em
Lord forgive 'em
Lord forgive 'em

[Verse 1: Pusha T & JAY-Z]
Lord forgive 'em
Oh, you still running off from a plug, huh? (Lord forgive 'em)
Like you the only one with a gun, huh (Lord forgive 'em)
[?] was kinda hot, right? (Lord forgive 'em)
But it's different, dodging red beams spotlights (Lord forgive 'em)
You feed 'em, they think you need 'em (Lord forgive 'em)
Niggas fucking up your money on they BM (Lord forgive 'em)
Now you [?] on another nigga's BM (Lord forgive 'em)
You runners never learn, carpe diem (Lord forgive 'em)
Losses I don't wear them, I wheelchair 'em (Lord forgive 'em)
Bring the bottles to the table in the wheel barrel (Lord forgive 'em)
Matter of time for a sneak rattle (Lord forgive 'em)
Shooters on the speed dial, bullets will travel (Lord forgive 'em)
I'm one foot in, one foot out, woo (Lord forgive 'em)
Hopscoth in the game during the drought, yeugh (Lord forgive 'em)
You know if he ain't putting album out (Lord forgive 'em)
He might go back to the shit he been rhyming 'bout

[Verse 2: Pusha T & JAY-Z]
Lord forgive 'em
Your week days like a weekend (Lord forgive 'em)
I bet you never miss a [?] (Lord forgive 'em)
You wore jeans to the yacht party (Lord forgive 'em)
I caught you diving off the deep end (Lord forgive 'em)
The pretty girl with the ugly friends (Lord forgive 'em)
They need a [?] just to get 'em in (Lord forgive 'em)
That's only right if you catch the big fish (Lord forgive 'em)
That's the world that we living in (Lord forgive 'em)
Here we go, here the hate come (Lord forgive 'em)
From now she a hoe when you ain't one (Lord forgive 'em)
Texting on the side out the groupchat (Lord forgive 'em)
Adding up your price tags (Lord forgive 'em)
Sis' ain't sis' no more when sis' glow up (Lord forgive 'em)
Sis' envious of sis' when sis' show up (Yes, Lord forgive 'em)
She insist a sis' has to show love (Oh, Lord forgive 'em)
But really she just open it, slows up, no fucks
Lord forgive her
[Verse 3: Pusha T & JAY-Z]
Lord forgive 'em
Too many to even mention (Lord forgive 'em)
And you fans don't know the difference (Lord forgive 'em)
Camouflage in my [?] (Lord forgive 'em)
I garage 'em they rents 'em (Lord forgive 'em)
These niggas bragging and they skip lagging (Lord forgive 'em)
You niggas stealing and you gift bagging (Lord forgive 'em)
We gon' let you call what you do rapping (Lord forgive 'em)
But ain't nobody track up these dudes trapping (Lord forgive 'em)
You still quotin' Trap or Die numbers (Lord forgive 'em)
Like you stuck in '05 Trap or Die summer (Lord forgive 'em)
How much Snowman fan too young [?] (Lord forgive 'em)
If that's still what it cost, get two from 'em (Lord forgive 'em)
I hear about a thousand mes (Lord forgive 'em)
I guess we all sold a thousand keys (Right, Lord forgive 'em)
That's dope boy blasphemy (Lord forgive 'em)
[?] niggas ain't half of me, Push