LORD.HELL.MERCY
RRRRRRR,
1manband
Look,
What's up with niggas, mama
You know I usually try to skip the drama
I guess it's time for another reminder
I put that shit beside us, never put it behind us
I just put it in the bars like Rikers
Around the city, I'm your highness
Smokin' on the finest
You'll have to find us just to try us
We ain't hidin', uh
We deep as bikers, uh
That's why they don't like us, uh
Off is how they write us, uh
In the field, just mic'd up
Still spit the sickest shit
Spittin' gingivitis
My blues and reds never vote for Trump nor a Biden,
I'm not just a citizen
Laws I'm not abiding
You boys is civilians
Pedestrian crossin
I throw it up high
Money Fall on hoes like August
Smokin' on his headband
Obsessed with this ballin
July 4th, balloons,
how my nigga we be poppin'
And we just chart the album
These niggas can't stop him
Lord, Hell, Mercy
Bitches just curtsy
I ever go broke, I jack son like Percy
Lord, Hell, Mercy
Eastside birthed me
I'ma rep the gang
Till that man close the curtains
Lord, hail mercy
Lord, have mercy
I ever tell a lie
Lord, hail mercy
Lord, hail mercy
Lord, have mercy
It's all said and done
They gon' hang a nigga jersey
Lord, hail mercy
I said, Lord, hail mercy
Lord, hail mercy
Ooohhhh
Ooohhhhhhhh
Ooohhhh
Ooohhhhhhhh
Look,
Me and the guys, uh
Lord of the flies, uh
But our demise, uh
Won't be televised, uh
Nah, but really, uh
Govern shit in the city, uh
Government, rules and envy, uh
They even had killed a piggy
I just load proverbial flips
And then I empty them like a semi
I got dimes up off my thoughts
Ain't give a fuck about no pennies
Made more dollars than the scholars
Got more land than you realty
Plus, I'm Captain Underpants
Write it like Dave Pilkey, uh
What more can I say
Police the air here like TSA
R.Y.L. became the DBA
While y'all was inboxing bitches
Tryna get a TBH
We whip the pot until we beat the brakes
We pressed them pills
So they created shake
That shit gave me the shakes
But something had to shake
My biggest play, a couple K-Packs
At that Steak 'n Shake
Was tryna make a play
And they know how we play
It's either Deal or No Deal
Just like Howie play
You either leave with what you came
Or leave with what I bring ya
You can't diss the shit I claim
Boy, you best use your brain
I'm ten toes to lift me from my spot
You'll need a crane
I been Holdin' I'm from Texas
Bitch, I do my thing
Never hatin',
I pray all you niggas do the same
She play with the powder
Watch Snowfall like Franklin Saint
Rest in peace to BTB
Savage how I break the bank
Pourin' up that Easter Pink
Rest in peace to DJ Screw
Rest in peace to 7 though
Know he screamin' "DA DA DOE"
Know we move like dominoes
Know I'm down, my niggas down
Know I stand, my niggas stand
They won't ever set us down
See em' lookin' at us now
In the paint, not backin' down
It's gon' be a circus
When we crash into you fuckin' clowns
Bitches built like Churchill downs
Gotta keep them hoes around
Gotta keep them poles around
Round here know, it's goin' down
San Antone my only town
7-8, my only block
Really from the bity
Y'all be bangin' boys that know they not
Know I bust this Glock out of the whip
Until my shoulder pop
Bad as hell in school
Was changin' grades inside my folders AH,
Bitch, bad as hell
Color cream inside a Folgers
Can't work retail
I ain't never folding,
Call her 24 hours
Cause them legs never closing
She in Southern California
Know I'm ballin' like a Trojan
And she right next to that ocean
With that ocean, I just float in
I can't bring my lil' bro
If he cannot get that pole in
Everybody got sticks
You'll think the Verse is Poland
Man, I'm really from the sticks
With barbarians like Conan
This 40 is my bitches it's on my waist
Just like we slow dance
But we practice poly
You could kiss it, you want romance
A pipe and a cane
My dog move like a old man
Sauce said 'trap, or die'
He was really like the Snowman
For real
Lord, Hell, Mercy
Bitches just curtsy
I ever go broke, I jack son like Percy
Lord, Hell, Mercy
Eastside birthed me
I'ma rep the gang (Lord Hail,)
Till that man close the curtains
Lord, hail mercy
Lord, have mercy
I ever tell a lie
Lord, hail mercy
Lord, hail mercy
Lord, have mercy
It's all said and done
They gon' hang a
LORD HELL MERCY
Lord, hail mercy
I said, Lord, hail mercy
Lord, hail mercy
Ooohhhh
Ooohhhhhhhh
Ooohhhh
Ooohhhhhhhh
1manband
Look,
What's up with niggas, mama
You know I usually try to skip the drama
I guess it's time for another reminder
I put that shit beside us, never put it behind us
I just put it in the bars like Rikers
Around the city, I'm your highness
Smokin' on the finest
You'll have to find us just to try us
We ain't hidin', uh
We deep as bikers, uh
That's why they don't like us, uh
Off is how they write us, uh
In the field, just mic'd up
Still spit the sickest shit
Spittin' gingivitis
My blues and reds never vote for Trump nor a Biden,
I'm not just a citizen
Laws I'm not abiding
You boys is civilians
Pedestrian crossin
I throw it up high
Money Fall on hoes like August
Smokin' on his headband
Obsessed with this ballin
July 4th, balloons,
how my nigga we be poppin'
And we just chart the album
These niggas can't stop him
Lord, Hell, Mercy
Bitches just curtsy
I ever go broke, I jack son like Percy
Lord, Hell, Mercy
Eastside birthed me
I'ma rep the gang
Till that man close the curtains
Lord, hail mercy
Lord, have mercy
I ever tell a lie
Lord, hail mercy
Lord, hail mercy
Lord, have mercy
It's all said and done
They gon' hang a nigga jersey
Lord, hail mercy
I said, Lord, hail mercy
Lord, hail mercy
Ooohhhh
Ooohhhhhhhh
Ooohhhh
Ooohhhhhhhh
Look,
Me and the guys, uh
Lord of the flies, uh
But our demise, uh
Won't be televised, uh
Nah, but really, uh
Govern shit in the city, uh
Government, rules and envy, uh
They even had killed a piggy
I just load proverbial flips
And then I empty them like a semi
I got dimes up off my thoughts
Ain't give a fuck about no pennies
Made more dollars than the scholars
Got more land than you realty
Plus, I'm Captain Underpants
Write it like Dave Pilkey, uh
What more can I say
Police the air here like TSA
R.Y.L. became the DBA
While y'all was inboxing bitches
Tryna get a TBH
We whip the pot until we beat the brakes
We pressed them pills
So they created shake
That shit gave me the shakes
But something had to shake
My biggest play, a couple K-Packs
At that Steak 'n Shake
Was tryna make a play
And they know how we play
It's either Deal or No Deal
Just like Howie play
You either leave with what you came
Or leave with what I bring ya
You can't diss the shit I claim
Boy, you best use your brain
I'm ten toes to lift me from my spot
You'll need a crane
I been Holdin' I'm from Texas
Bitch, I do my thing
Never hatin',
I pray all you niggas do the same
She play with the powder
Watch Snowfall like Franklin Saint
Rest in peace to BTB
Savage how I break the bank
Pourin' up that Easter Pink
Rest in peace to DJ Screw
Rest in peace to 7 though
Know he screamin' "DA DA DOE"
Know we move like dominoes
Know I'm down, my niggas down
Know I stand, my niggas stand
They won't ever set us down
See em' lookin' at us now
In the paint, not backin' down
It's gon' be a circus
When we crash into you fuckin' clowns
Bitches built like Churchill downs
Gotta keep them hoes around
Gotta keep them poles around
Round here know, it's goin' down
San Antone my only town
7-8, my only block
Really from the bity
Y'all be bangin' boys that know they not
Know I bust this Glock out of the whip
Until my shoulder pop
Bad as hell in school
Was changin' grades inside my folders AH,
Bitch, bad as hell
Color cream inside a Folgers
Can't work retail
I ain't never folding,
Call her 24 hours
Cause them legs never closing
She in Southern California
Know I'm ballin' like a Trojan
And she right next to that ocean
With that ocean, I just float in
I can't bring my lil' bro
If he cannot get that pole in
Everybody got sticks
You'll think the Verse is Poland
Man, I'm really from the sticks
With barbarians like Conan
This 40 is my bitches it's on my waist
Just like we slow dance
But we practice poly
You could kiss it, you want romance
A pipe and a cane
My dog move like a old man
Sauce said 'trap, or die'
He was really like the Snowman
For real
Lord, Hell, Mercy
Bitches just curtsy
I ever go broke, I jack son like Percy
Lord, Hell, Mercy
Eastside birthed me
I'ma rep the gang (Lord Hail,)
Till that man close the curtains
Lord, hail mercy
Lord, have mercy
I ever tell a lie
Lord, hail mercy
Lord, hail mercy
Lord, have mercy
It's all said and done
They gon' hang a
LORD HELL MERCY
Lord, hail mercy
I said, Lord, hail mercy
Lord, hail mercy
Ooohhhh
Ooohhhhhhhh
Ooohhhh
Ooohhhhhhhh
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