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Have Mercy

Cordae

Kid
Ugh

Sweet Lord, please have mercy
Baby Jesus, please save us
I know I used up my three favors
Back to sinnin' like a week later

New car, speed racer
Cop a crib, need acres
Most of all, we all need prayer
Karma comin', beware

I don't know where I'm goin', huh
But I hope I'm on the right path
Life will hit you with a light jab
Mike Tyson, strike back

You niggas goin' out slight sad
Know I'm all about my bag
New drip, I grab
I just wanna get my life back

There's no complainin' 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 cookin' crack like Ronald Reagan
Chip on my shoulder, boy, I'm not for waitin'
Divine timin', 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 mad at me 'cause your pace slower
Bitter nigga, you a shade-thrower
I was just sleepin' on Ace sofa

Now I ride with a paid chauffeur
'Cause 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 need to face closure
The smell of 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 sinnin' like a week later

New car, speed racer
Cop a crib, need acres
Most of all, we all need prayer
Karma comin', 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 goin' out slight sad
Know I'm all about my bag
New drip, I grab
I just wanna get my life back (huh, uh)

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 flashin'
It's no helpin' with my braggin'

I penetrate it, been the greatest
New house, renovate it
I got the juice, you eliminated
Pussy niggas always instigatin'
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 goin' out like Hugh Hefner

Sweet Lord, please have mercy
Baby Jesus, please save us
I know I used up my three favors
Back to sinnin' like a week later

New car, speed racer
Cop a crib, need acres
Most of all, we all need prayer
Karma comin', beware

I don't know where I'm goin', huh
But I hope I'm on the right path
Life will hit you with a light jab
Mike Tyson, strike back

You niggas goin' 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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