Misdirection Lyrics

Lord forgive me Lord forgive me Lord (Mi sey Lord forgive mi) 

Lord forgive me Lord forgive me Lord (Mi sey Lord forgive mi) 

Imagine being caught up in two worlds 

Pulpit or pull it, Flag ties or tithing, The staff or mop stick 

If shoes are wet bottoms know he ain't use a coaster 

Slow to the bread but he was quick with the toaster  

Before he got the chance to start it type looked over  

Don't play boy the card he dealt turned him to magnolia  

Happy off the flower 

Speeding up the clock living fast for the chowder 

Lost track of time confessing the world is ours 

Hearing all the nahs  

Which came from his entourage mostly familia  

In retrospect irks a little part  

But they'll still get checks like niggas no punch line that's the criteria  

Why you cut classes cuz you was raised by the masses 

You ask forgiveness thinking like God'll get past this 

To have an OG isn't that far from a masa 

It's misdirection you going on and moving backwards 

Tried by fire, tested by the park slide 

Disciples laying hands, the homies throw up gang signs 

Verses in my head, curses to the ops line 

I bang with gang they slang the tree and coca 

Uh now if the preacher say to wait for saving from Jesus  

While living in the trenches where cops kill us and beat us 

Don't tell us that we tripping the block what we believe in 

Our brothers turn to angels cuz what they are deem in 

If I'm reaching let me know 

We still picking cotton we just call it 8-4 

11.50 wages is what they claim is gon save us   

That's why we tryna get up on the Leakers or the Lakers 

Word to Craig Sager if I see an enemy 

Forget the cross cuz I may call the t BS and reach 

I'm suited different with these neighborhoods you ought to be 

Fore' you C4  

Next thing you on tees and tees 

I don't shneeds 

Lord forgive me Lord forgive me Lord 

Lord forgive me Lord forgive me Lord 

Why you cut classes cuz you was raised by the masses 

You ask forgiveness thinking like God'll get past this 

To have an OG isn't that far from a masa 

It's misdirection you going on and moving backwards 

Tried by fire, tested by the park slide 

Disciples laying hands, the homies throw up gang signs 

Verses in my head, curses to the ops line 

I bang with gang they slang the tree and coca 

Tried by fire, tested by the park slide 

Disciples laying hands, the homies throw up gang signs 

Verses in my head, curses to the ops line 

I bang with gang they slang the tree and coca 

I know I make momma sad ofc B  

Cuz she ain't have this problem with no child before me  

Say my story wrote different nigga who forged me  

Depression problems pushing products tryna get floor seats 

I had my knees to the floor hoping the Lord speaks  

Cuz rich in spirit, poor in pockets had me crossed please   

Don't need that we breaking bread with people first  

Even times when it would hurt and the only thing we view is no feedback  

So just to break even tryna to beat the odds 

Had me dancing with the Devil while I walk with God 

Read the word every day, say word and imma spray 

Who would've thought that a nigga pushing work could be the wrong job 

Why my biggest supporters come from the wrong squad?  

Many times church made me think it's the wrong God 

Horror scene if you see the things that I've saw you prolly stop asking me 

Why you cut classes cuz you was raised by the masses 

You ask forgiveness thinking like God'll get past this 

To have an OG isn't that far from a masa 

It's misdirection you going on and moving backwards 

Tried by fire, tested by the park slide 

Disciples laying hands, the homies throw up gang signs 

Verses in my head, curses to the ops line 

I bang with gang they slang the tree and coca 

Tried by fire, tested by the park slide 

Disciples laying hands, the homies throw up gang signs 

Verses in my head, curses to the ops line 

I bang with gang they slang the tree and co