Have Mercy (Remix)

[Intro: YBN Cordae] Kid Ugh [Chorus: YBN Cordae] Sweet Lord, please have mercy Baby Jesus, please save us I know I used up my three favors Back to sinnin' like a week later New car, speed racer Cop a crib, need acres Most of all, we all need prayer Karma comin', beware I don't know where I'm goin', huh But I hope I'm on the right path Life'll hit you with a light jab Mike Tyson, strike back You niggas goin' out slight sad Know I'm all about my bag New drip, I grab I just wanna get my life back [Verse 1: YBN Cordae] There's no complainin' on this side My niggas, shit is not tolerated Cut some niggas off like a operation And my team way more consolidated Suite presidential, that's inauguration 'Cause we cookin' crack like Ronald Reagan Chip on my shoulder, boy, I'm not for waitin' Divine timin', took a lot of patience Now it's time for the takeover, all gas and the brake's slower Took a trip out to Tokyo, now I'm here in Paris for the layover Fuck old niggas, boy, your day's over You mad at me 'cause your pace slower Bitter nigga, you a shade-thrower, I was just sleepin' on a sofa Now I ride with a paid chauffeur 'Cause I'm way doper, better stay sober I paint pictures, you a Crayola I got a bad bitch and she laid over She really asked could she stay over I told her that we need to face closure The smell of money has a great odor These the things that I prayed over [Chorus: YBN Cordae] Sweet Lord, please have mercy Baby Jesus, please save us I know I used up my three favors Back to sinnin' like a week later New car, speed racer Cop a crib, need acres Most of all, we all need prayer Karma comin', beware I don't know where I'm goin', huh But I hope I'm on the right path (Right path) Life'll hit you with a light jab Mike Tyson, strike back (Strike back) You niggas goin' out slight sad (Slight sad) Know I'm all about my bag (Yeah) New drip, I grab I just wanna get my life back (Huh, huh) [Verse 2: Lil Rock] Hard to tell these motherfuckers I don't want no sneakers on my feet Papers on my deal, favors on my dick How you said these motherfuckers Gonna give you, backing that you want, ah Cracking that you hunt, ah Milli that you won't, ah Winning thought you Gunna Beary with dat shot glocky wid da 30 slapy on your body Suicidal like a fuckin' kamikaze All I pleaded was some motivation All I needed was some “Go do it, son” and spot Love of life, hit my heart, full of dart, see they’re out, now that bitch wanna top Sabotage, all my glass, full of bars, see they’re out, now you watch, me go top Shout your tag, and I thank God You a rockstar, you my Tank God [Hook: Lil Rock] Is you mad 'cause your bitch sucked my dick? Is you mad 'cause your rap full of shit? Do you really wanna beef with this croc like a rock with a Glock on his arms he gon' hit Got middle finger for you suckers All you do is chit-chat, like a dick ass I'ma big rock, you a big fuck If it wasn't for your day Mercy motherfuckers! [Chorus: YBN Cordae] Sweet Lord, please have mercy Baby Jesus, please save us I know I used up my three favors Back to sinnin' like a week later New car, speed racer Cop a crib, need acres Most of all, we all need prayer Karma comin', beware I don't know where I'm goin', huh But I hope I'm on the right path Life'll hit you with a light jab Mike Tyson, strike back You niggas goin' out slight sad Know I'm all about my bag New drip, I grab I just wanna get my life back