Mercy
Got me down on my knees, have mercy on my soul
I got kids I gotta feed so you know I need more
Gotta slide with a heater cuz these streets can get cold, yeah
And you know the game dont stop
Another day above ground I thank GOD for that
Stood solid on shaky ground, I thank my pride for that
Not a fan of a handout, I rather grind for that
No elevators had to climb for that
Remember times being broke was rackin my mind, now my mind's on racks
Mind's on traps, how to dodge them and glide on max
Slide on maps, oppas rather me lie on back
They know I'm different but they'll lie on facts
Shit if I'm lying acknowledge my fibbin, grindin and building while quietly winning
Pray every morning but by dinner I'm probably sinning
Issues of trust, you say its love but you probably dissing
Plottin and wishin on my downfall
I'm still pullin up wit my crown on, Young king'n
Was paid plenty ways while these niggas was one thing'n
This drum like a dumbbell and you dummies can dumb get it
Once your vision differ from yours friends you become distant, but I dont miss em, nah
Got me down on my knees, have mercy on my soul
I got kids I gotta feed so you know I need more
Gotta slide with a heater cuz these streets can get cold, yeah
And you know the game dont stop
Hundred miles from greatness, 'round the block from satan
Contemplating, grab a brick or spend hours slaving
From where the sun might shine, but its showers waiting
Gotta skate wit a stick, no power playing
No Wayne Simmons just some caine whipping
Hunger pains make you wanna flame buscuits once that pain sits in
Flipside, you make a dollar thats gon change niggas
Wanna shoot your whip up when they was just on the train witcha
Shit, I'm just tryna beat the bing
World labeled us as nothin, I'm just tryna be a thing
Shit is chess, not checkers still I'm tryna be a king
Then put crowns on my sons as acknowledgment for the wins
Yeah, one of the last of an dying breed
Feeling like real niggas is a dying need
In a era where they airing I'm just tryna breathe
Green packer like I'm Aaron, pistols siemese, nigga
Got me down on my knees, have mercy on my soul
I got kids I gotta feed so you know I need more
Gotta slide with a heater cuz these streets can get cold, yeah
And you know the game dont stop
I got kids I gotta feed so you know I need more
Gotta slide with a heater cuz these streets can get cold, yeah
And you know the game dont stop
Another day above ground I thank GOD for that
Stood solid on shaky ground, I thank my pride for that
Not a fan of a handout, I rather grind for that
No elevators had to climb for that
Remember times being broke was rackin my mind, now my mind's on racks
Mind's on traps, how to dodge them and glide on max
Slide on maps, oppas rather me lie on back
They know I'm different but they'll lie on facts
Shit if I'm lying acknowledge my fibbin, grindin and building while quietly winning
Pray every morning but by dinner I'm probably sinning
Issues of trust, you say its love but you probably dissing
Plottin and wishin on my downfall
I'm still pullin up wit my crown on, Young king'n
Was paid plenty ways while these niggas was one thing'n
This drum like a dumbbell and you dummies can dumb get it
Once your vision differ from yours friends you become distant, but I dont miss em, nah
Got me down on my knees, have mercy on my soul
I got kids I gotta feed so you know I need more
Gotta slide with a heater cuz these streets can get cold, yeah
And you know the game dont stop
Hundred miles from greatness, 'round the block from satan
Contemplating, grab a brick or spend hours slaving
From where the sun might shine, but its showers waiting
Gotta skate wit a stick, no power playing
No Wayne Simmons just some caine whipping
Hunger pains make you wanna flame buscuits once that pain sits in
Flipside, you make a dollar thats gon change niggas
Wanna shoot your whip up when they was just on the train witcha
Shit, I'm just tryna beat the bing
World labeled us as nothin, I'm just tryna be a thing
Shit is chess, not checkers still I'm tryna be a king
Then put crowns on my sons as acknowledgment for the wins
Yeah, one of the last of an dying breed
Feeling like real niggas is a dying need
In a era where they airing I'm just tryna breathe
Green packer like I'm Aaron, pistols siemese, nigga
Got me down on my knees, have mercy on my soul
I got kids I gotta feed so you know I need more
Gotta slide with a heater cuz these streets can get cold, yeah
And you know the game dont stop
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Writer(s): Daniel Hudson
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