Mercy
Last time y'all heard me rapping at one hundred percent
I damn near retired sunk in the whip
Son was convinced that not a soul alive could fuck with this shit
Now that's my average level
Waking up hung over and clutching the fith
Niggas be a bunch of so called shooters that never fired nothing
Basic saditty bitches and niggas still tryna cuff it
My niggas with iron be riding until the tires rubbing
It's fire before I retire
My empire will have a Lucious Lyon budget
Can't deny it that's part of Trey
Aint have a penny but they tried to take my heart away for my two cents
Now I ball today it aint hard to say I kinda love it
Just part of my mission to find a Duckett
They come for bars and real shit I'm rewarding the wait
I speak what I know like these hoes misfortune and hate
They say I'm trash assured it's ok
But based on what you wrote recorded and make
My nigga you have horrible taste
My image dirty tried cleaning it up
Might not see it from my understanding
But I still deam it as such
I'm a creature that chew on speakers and eat the mic
A demon spliced with the seed of Jesus
And I'm still squeezing heaters like
Strong in the middle of the weak
I wrote this verse on wednesday
So I could call y'all all loser in 6 ways
Strapped in your bitch crib facing a blunt
I'm still amped and wired with this base in my trunk
THE DON
No point in getting afraid
You either live or you don't
And I've died as many times as women have stayed
How I'm living deranged
I'm crazy with the shot
How I'd sit in a daze
From twistin the haze and scribble lyrics for days
When I'm in this different phase
From being injured and scaved
By different women in-between when all the blickers was raised
An indignant kid
Symptom of the indeference
That still get inferenced as if the pen sentient
No wonder how I got here
Just reading my old testements
I been praying for pain
But now I'm God tier
See how I ball different
Wouldn't believe what I risk for my puples
Corner still
Too many pics pointing the steel
I don't buy bull from those I prey on
Still bring them ghosts out like a saunce
To cut they tale short like the saiyans
They plot so weak
Talk cash bout wanting smoke
Before I get the gar licked just know the knots on me
On an even truer note
I feel I speak through the consumers
So I understand who I'm speaking to
Through quotes they would chose to post
To claim that dude the GOAT
Even if its cap, in the stars
There's still room for growth, trapped in these bars
Got DAMN
I damn near retired sunk in the whip
Son was convinced that not a soul alive could fuck with this shit
Now that's my average level
Waking up hung over and clutching the fith
Niggas be a bunch of so called shooters that never fired nothing
Basic saditty bitches and niggas still tryna cuff it
My niggas with iron be riding until the tires rubbing
It's fire before I retire
My empire will have a Lucious Lyon budget
Can't deny it that's part of Trey
Aint have a penny but they tried to take my heart away for my two cents
Now I ball today it aint hard to say I kinda love it
Just part of my mission to find a Duckett
They come for bars and real shit I'm rewarding the wait
I speak what I know like these hoes misfortune and hate
They say I'm trash assured it's ok
But based on what you wrote recorded and make
My nigga you have horrible taste
My image dirty tried cleaning it up
Might not see it from my understanding
But I still deam it as such
I'm a creature that chew on speakers and eat the mic
A demon spliced with the seed of Jesus
And I'm still squeezing heaters like
Strong in the middle of the weak
I wrote this verse on wednesday
So I could call y'all all loser in 6 ways
Strapped in your bitch crib facing a blunt
I'm still amped and wired with this base in my trunk
THE DON
No point in getting afraid
You either live or you don't
And I've died as many times as women have stayed
How I'm living deranged
I'm crazy with the shot
How I'd sit in a daze
From twistin the haze and scribble lyrics for days
When I'm in this different phase
From being injured and scaved
By different women in-between when all the blickers was raised
An indignant kid
Symptom of the indeference
That still get inferenced as if the pen sentient
No wonder how I got here
Just reading my old testements
I been praying for pain
But now I'm God tier
See how I ball different
Wouldn't believe what I risk for my puples
Corner still
Too many pics pointing the steel
I don't buy bull from those I prey on
Still bring them ghosts out like a saunce
To cut they tale short like the saiyans
They plot so weak
Talk cash bout wanting smoke
Before I get the gar licked just know the knots on me
On an even truer note
I feel I speak through the consumers
So I understand who I'm speaking to
Through quotes they would chose to post
To claim that dude the GOAT
Even if its cap, in the stars
There's still room for growth, trapped in these bars
Got DAMN
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Writer(s): Devontay Bradshaw
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