Mercy II

I'm sure we all enjoyed the piano interlude
But now we must-
Sorry mama, had to do it to 'em
That's why I'm never home and I'm always in the booth
But I come correct so protect you're neck and pick up the pace
I might cuff your bitch then cum on her face
Keep the movin'
I'm just tryna be a decent human
Niggas think I'm stupid
I ain't never worried I got shit to do
You sleep on me, you miss the truth
Is this a true story? I want to know
I'm a fucking degenerate, but I'm elegant
I'm just here for myself and otherwise I'm irrelevant
I'm still at the county fair in a porta potty
Gettin' rowdy with Ellen DeGeneres
Givin' me head just for hell of it, aye
Pretty nigga even if I had braces
I break hearts like I break faces
Christ's sakes I'm amazing
Nose bloody, eyes Asian
Suck 100 dicks if you don't fuck with my creation
Still me if I'm on or not
I'm still me 'cause I call the shot
I smoke a spliff in the parking lot
Getting faded like a barber shop
My nigga, bomboclaat
'Cause I've been up to no good, brother
Livin' life like I should, brother
Talk down, I can't do, brother
Fuck Trump and fuck you, brother
Bitch I got thrown again
Workin' pro bono, damn
Studio night with my friends
Recording until 6 a.m. for a month, they like "Damn, we did it again"
Collectin' them bones again
To make a little throne and shit
Castle, call it my home lil' bitch
The aura look gold and shit
I'm lookin' devine and I think that she noticed, bitch
Parry all the convos that's never helpin' me ride
Bitches climbin' the walls when I slide
Drippin' max sauce, dive, come quick
This scene get real slick
It's blood that's on walls, his face is frothin'
I think he on shit, he killed the whole clique
Don't think he heard, but shit he heard them
Bodies movin', still dancin', jerkin'
Mothafucka's mamas finna see 'em in the dirt, bitch
Is it worth it?
Got a purpose
Got my life on lock, can't rehearse this
If it's big moves let me merch it
I'm the next nigga up, is he lurking?
Get up out yo' feelings, I did it in unappealing
Pin layers to people peering in windows from out of size
They couldn't connect the dots like I did, let me scribe
Strap in if you're down for the ride, yeah
Carry all the calluses 'til my work collides with the dreams and the goals with the tribe
If you down it's for life
Don't forget we can die if I think I can fly
If she slide then it's pipe, yeah
Bury the evidence, kill off the call logs, got a couple hours
Secret agent movin', no Austin Powers
Ain't no ultimatums, bitch the world is ours
Eat or be devoured, fuck what PETA shoutin'
Now repeat it louder, body leakin' now
Keep calm under pressure, ain't no tweakin' out
'Round clock with the work, ain't no weakin' out, yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Hank Collins, Aidan Ostby, Caleb Hoh, Julian Segar-reid, Sam Paulino, Jared Fier
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