Have Mercy

Lyrics

Kidd
 Ugh
 Sweet Lord, please have mercy
 Baby Jesus, please save us
 I know I used up my three favors
 Back to sinning like a week later
 New car, speed racer
 Cop a crib, need acres
 Most of all, we all need prayer
 Karma coming, beware
 I don't know where I'm goin' (Huh)
 But I hope I'm on the right path
 Life'll hit you with a light jab
 Mike Tyson, strike back
 You niggas going out slight sad
 Know I'm all about my bag
 New drip, I grab
 I just wanna get my life back
 There's no complaining on this side
 My niggas, shit is not tolerated
 Cut some niggas off like a operation
 And my team way more consolidated
 Suite presidential, that's inauguration
 'Cause we cooking crack like Ronald Reagan
 Chip on my shoulder, boy, I'm not for waiting
 Divine timing, took a lot of patience
 Now it's time for the takeover
 All gas and the brake's slower
 Took a trip out to Tokyo
 Now I'm here in Paris for the layover
 Fuck old niggas, boy, your day's over
 You're mad at me because your pace slower
 Bitter nigga, you a shade-thrower
 I was just sleeping on a sofa
 Now I ride with a paid chauffeur
 Because I'm way doper, better stay sober
 I paint pictures, you a Crayola
 I got a bad bitch and she laid over
 She really asked could she stay over?
 I told her that we needed face closure
 This mellow money has a great odor
 These the things that I prayed over
 Sweet Lord, please have mercy
 Baby Jesus, please save us
 I know I used up my three favors
 Back to sinning like a week later
 New car, speed racer
 Cop a crib, need acres
 Most of all, we all need prayer
 Karma coming, beware
 I don't know where I'm going (Huh)
 But I hope I'm on the right path
 Life'll hit you with a light jab
 Mike Tyson, strike back
 You niggas going out slight sad
 Know I'm all about my bag
 New drip, I grab
 I just wanna get my life back
 (Huh, huh)
 Why cry over spilled milk
 If you still feel I'm the real deal?
 My bitch bad with no ill-will
 'Cause she'll murk a nigga like Kill Bill
 Loose lips, sink ships
 Cam'ron pink drip, that is my fashion
 I'm not really with the high flashing
 It's not helping with my bragging
 I penetrate it, been the greatest
 New house, renovate it
 I got the juice you eliminated
 Pussy-niggas always instigate it
 Can't fuck me over boy
 I'm too clever, that applies all to whoever
 I'm just here to pursue pleasure
 Boy, I'm going out like Hugh Hefner
 Sweet Lord, please have mercy
 Baby Jesus, please save us
 I know I used up my three favors
 Back to sinning like a week later
 New car, speed racer
 Cop a crib, need acres
 Most of all, we all need prayer
 Karma coming, beware
 I don't know where I'm going (Huh)
 But I hope I'm on the right path
 Life'll hit you with a light jab
 Mike Tyson, strike back
 You niggas going out slight sad
 Know I'm all about my bag
 New drip, I grab
 I just wanna get my life back
 Baby Jesus, please save us
 Baby Jesus, please save us
 

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Duration
03:22
Tempo
138 BPM

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