Have Mercy

Cordae

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    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

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    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

    Song details

    Composition: Ronald Colson, Daniel Hackett, Cordae, and Nils Noehden

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