Mercy Lyrics

Yeah

Lord, have mercy on a youngin' like me

I was down bad, but I done got free

Took an L once, I ain't took an L since

Whippin' in the kitchen, I be cooking up mince

Don't rock with 'em, they be talkin', false prophets

Young George Simon on the track, that's profit

Iron City boy, I ain't even got a bias

Heart full of gold, I ain't talkin' 'bout Midas

'Bout to let go, let God, I'ma flex

Nike with the flows 'cause you know I'm gettin' checks

Ain't nobody ready for the kid, what's up?

'Bout to bust in, tear it down, blow it up

When I'm in the booth, I ain't even feel a thing

Wayne with the swag 'cause you know I let it bling

Out of town chick tryna slide in the m's

Ain't no time, girl, I'm just tryna chase m's

I'm the type of type that'll give it to you straight

Everybody run when I pull up to the plate

'Bout to set it off in this joint, Jada Pinkett

Flows keep comin', I ain't even gotta think it

Workin' 'round the clock, talkin' twenty-four seven

Doin' good deeds, I'm just tryna get to heaven

Punchin' in tracks, beat 'em up like Rocky

Bars goin' hard, I ain't talkin' 'bout haki

Gotta step back, tone it down, take a break

Nah, I'm just playin', I ain't 'bout to take a break

Gimmie two months, I'll be rockin' out in Shoals

Gimmie two years, I'll be sellin' out my shows

Keep my shades on when I'm ridin' through the Ham

Eight ball luck got me feelin' like Bam

205 boy, I be chillin' in the summer

Mercy on the track and we 'bout to go dumber, ugh