By Saif Parchment | May 1, 2023
He said Forgive me
Father up in Heaven.
He was carrying a smith and wesson
“He was carrying a smith and wesson."
That Smith slap hit
Five click
He was counting
All the blessings.
He said forgive me father up in heaven
“Forgive me Father up in Heaven”
forgive me father up in heaven
“Forgive me Father up in Heaven.”
He was counting all the blessings.
Then he picked up the wesson.
School books but he never
Learned a lesson
School Crooks so he went straight to
To the Wesson.
Learned the code
They shared out the blessings
Street codes but Imam
Told him “put down them weapons”
But shit real he had
To send out the blessings.
He was carrying a smith and wesson
“He was carrying a smith and wesson."
He got straight to the clapping
For all them doing all the chatting
He Played the streets like it’s Madden
He Passed that rock in Manhattan
He passed that water in Staten
He’s on his carpet flying like Aladdin
He’s sharing magic he’s making it happen
He moved that
Work to
The queens
Look.
Tabs in the X
Look.
He gained all respect
Look.
He live life no regrets
Next movement
Straight to the check
He never settled for less
Streets real
So you know he got a vest
Played this shit like it’s chess.
Checkmate
Let that smith slap resonate
Then back to no regrets……
He said Forgive me Father up in Heaven
“forgive me father up in heaven”
Forgive me Father up in Heaven
“forgive me father up in heaven”
He was carrying a smith and wesson
“He was carrying a smith and wesson.”
Imam told him
“Put down them weapons”
Imam asked him
“Why a smith and Wesson?”
Imam said “Your hands work
Share out them blessings”
Imam asking “Why go straight to the Wesson?”
“Imam they’re going straight to the weapons
They’re trying to share out their blessings”
Click,
One, Two, Three
Then straight to the reverend
What he gon’ say when He’s in Heaven
That he forgot his wesson
And someone else shared out their blessings
Nah he’s gonna stick to the wesson
Forgive me Father up in Heaven
“forgive me father up in heaven.”
Yeah he’s sticking to the wesson
He’s got to protect what he’s makin’
Nowadays people into being fake and
Remember don’t get caught up in the faking
Always remember what you makin’.
Your word is word
So make sure you know
The picture you painting
Because that’s a smith and wesson
For all them doing all the chatting
Blow them out I ain’t talking about winning in madden
Environment he gotta grind-in
Intricate but he don’t mind it
Put here
He found a way to confide in
Guess this is how he providing
The family he confide In
Forgive me father up in heaven
But he’s got to carry the smith and wesson
So he’s not the first one sent to heaven
And trust he’s counting
All his blessings
Yeah he’s counting
All his blessings
One, two, three
He’s gotta check it
Make sure these blessings
Good enough to send them to the reverend
Yeah these blessings in the wesson
Yeah the blessings is in the wesson
“Forgive me father up in heaven."