Have Mercy - YBN Cordae

Kid

Ugh

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

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 because 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

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 (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 flashin', it’s no helpin' with my braggin'

I penetrate it, been the greatest

New house, renovate it

I got the juice, you eliminated

Pussy niggas always instigatin'

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 goin' out like Hugh Hefner

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

Baby Jesus, please save us

Baby Jesus, please save us