Mercy Lyrics

I should've turned it up nahh I should've turned it down

Why did i burn the clutch gears

Grinding just to hear the sound Shouldve worked smarter

Fuck working harder They

Made me a martyr cuz fuck it we had the carter

With a blueprint too that was hard to

Follow thats why I'm screaming to the heavens rest up

Twallo From burgess to g lawn

Man we was on northside with a song all fuckin day long

And we stayed strong With the

Meeks to inherit the earth where we belong

The section pierson dewey merril all the

Hoods with them G's strong Shit a landing pad nigga

We owned the strip And we kept

Them irons like that chick when Wilona flipped

Those were good times and that was all

Dynamite Fuck punchin a clock

I was just trying to find a fight Just like a lesbian out

Here trying to find a dike I'm so blunt in the dark man

I'm just trying to find a Light

Ohhh ahh Mercy Mercy Me e e ee

Ohhh ahh things ain't what they use to be ee

Ohhh ahh Mercy Mercy Me e e ee

Ohhh ahh things ain't what they use to be ee

But what it brought shit it was no flowers

Unless it was funerals rest up in power When

We use to flex on 'em they use to cower left

Baits with the psychos to draw curtains and

Then shower See I'm a real artist call me Picasso

While fugazi ass niggas is out here

Donnie Brasco And all these Lying kings are just Simbas

While I been mufasa in the

Jungle just to lift em up remember

Got scarred from the pack with hyenas just laughing

Gaspin robin in the same light that Carol Basked in

And they gone bring the tape right

After I bring the mask in and why they're dancing for a ransom

Well hell what they asking

But Now they all calling Marvin so whats going on

I just wanna scat from the pack hit the gas Blowin strong

You want them new Jays nigga well you stand in line

While the sands is Moving through the hour glass you better plan ya time

Ohhh ahh Mercy Mercy Me e e ee

Ohhh ahh things ain't what they use to be ee

Ohhh ahh Mercy Mercy Me e e ee

Ohhh ahh things ain't what they use to be ee

See i grew up on somethin

But still couldn't tell me nothin see the money is my bitch so

All season i'm cuffin If i got play my hand for any reason

It's no Bluffin see ill drive

Through 24 just to take the stuffin out ya egg mcmuffin

If they're hanging with a jury

They'll try ya quick or niggas a get bitch tendencies

And ride ya dick And snitch on

Enemies lil pussy juss sliding slick and anybody will tell you

When they caught me I ain't

Confide in shit yeah Cuz where i come from

That's a no no just might have to break in

The door Big waving tha forty four

And if I was coming in hot it was all for the coco word

I had To flip to tha very last bird dodo

Ohhh ahh Mercy Mercy Me e e ee

Ohhh ahh things aint what they use to be ee

Ohhh ahh Mercy Mercy Me e e ee

Ohhh ahh things aint what they use to be ee