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"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 n*ggas 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*ggas, sh*t is not tolerated
Cut some n*ggas 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*ggas, boy, your day's over
You mad at me because your pace slower
Bitter n*gga, 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
Life'll hit you with a light jab
Mike Tyson, strike back
You n*ggas goin' out slight sad
Know I'm all about my bag
New drip, I grab
I just wanna get my life back (Huh, huh)

[Verse 2] LIL ROCK
Hard to tell these motherf*ckers
I dont want no sneakers on my feet, Papers on my deal
Favours on my di*k
How u said these motherf*ckers
Gonna give u, Backing that u want ah, Cracking that u hunt ah
Milli that u won't ah, Winning thought u Gunna
Beary with dat shot, Glocky wid da 30, Slapy on ur body
Suicidal Like a fckin 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 dat b*tch wana top
Sabotage, all my glass, full of bars, see they’re out, now you watch, me go top
Shout ur tag, and i thank god, U a rockstar u my tank god

Is u mad cz ur b*tch sucked my di*k
Is u mad cz ur rap full of sh*t
Do u really wana beef with this croc like a rock with a Glock on his arms he gon hit
Got middle finger for u suckers, All u do is chit chat, like a di*k ass
Imma big rock, u a big f*ck
If it wasn't for your day, Mercy motherf*ckers

[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*ggas goin' 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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