Have Mercy Lyrics - Ybn Cordae

Kidd 

Ugh 

Sweet Lord, please have mercy 

Baby Jesus, please save us 

I know I used up my three favors 

Back to sinning like a week later 

New car, speed racer 

Cop a crib, need acres 

Most of all, we all need prayer 

Karma coming, 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 going out slight sad 

Know I'm all about my bag 

New drip, I grab 

I just wanna get my life back 

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There's no complaining 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 cooking crack like Ronald Reagan 

Chip on my shoulder, boy, I'm not for waiting 

Divine timing, 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're mad at me because your pace slower 

Bitter nigga, you a shade-thrower 

I was just sleeping on a sofa 

Now I ride with a paid chauffeur 

Because 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 needed face closure 

This mellow money has a great odor 

These the things that I prayed over 

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Sweet Lord, please have mercy 

Baby Jesus, please save us 

I know I used up my three favors 

Back to sinning like a week later 

New car, speed racer 

Cop a crib, need acres 

Most of all, we all need prayer 

Karma coming, beware 

I don't know where I'm going (Huh) 

But I hope I'm on the right path 

Life'll hit you with a light jab 

Mike Tyson, strike back 

You niggas going out slight sad 

Know I'm all about my bag 

New drip, I grab 

I just wanna get my life back 

(Huh, huh) 

Why cry over spilled milk 

If you still feel I'm the real deal? 

My bitch bad with no ill-will 

'Cause she'll murk a nigga like Kill Bill 

Loose lips, sink ships 

Cam'ron pink drip, that is my fashion 

I'm not really with the high flashing 

It's not helping with my bragging 

I penetrate it, been the greatest 

New house, renovate it 

I got the juice you eliminated 

Pussy-niggas always instigate it 

Can't fuck me over boy 

I'm too clever, that applies all to whoever 

I'm just here to pursue pleasure 

Boy, I'm going out like Hugh Hefner 

Sweet Lord, please have mercy 

Baby Jesus, please save us 

I know I used up my three favors 

Back to sinning like a week later 

New car, speed racer 

Cop a crib, need acres 

Most of all, we all need prayer 

Karma coming, beware 

I don't know where I'm going (Huh) 

But I hope I'm on the right path 

Life'll hit you with a light jab 

Mike Tyson, strike back 

You niggas going out slight sad 

Know I'm all about my bag 

New drip, I grab 

I just wanna get my life back 

Baby Jesus, please save us 

Baby Jesus, please save us