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letra de have mercy (remix) - ybn cordae

[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 n-gg-s 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 n-gg-s, sh-t is not tolerated
cut some n-gg-s 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
f-ck old n-gg-s, boy, your day’s over
you mad at me ’cause your pace slower
bitter n-gg-, 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 b-tch 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 n-gg-s 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 motherf-ckers
i don’t want no sneakers on my feet
papers on my deal, favors on my d-ck
how you said these motherf-ckers
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 f-ckin’ 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 b-tch wanna top
sabotage, all my gl-ss, 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 b-tch sucked my d-ck?
is you mad ’cause your rap full of sh-t?
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 d-ck -ss
i’ma big rock, you a big f-ck
if it wasn’t for your day
mercy motherf-ckers!

- ybn cordae

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