100k Ree - Lord Have Mercy
I said lord have Mercy cause I’m tryna do bettaI say lord have mercy cause I’m tryna do
I say lord have mercy cause I’m tryna do, tryna do, tryna do, tryna do
See they know a nigga live for this music
Its been a couple years took a long time to prove it
The plug showing love on the bags, gotta move it
I hustle cause I knew a 9-5 wouldn’t do it
Lying to my face but I already knew it
These niggas turning rat giving names like Judus
Been riding with the with real since my granddaddy Buick
And keep a couple shooters in case a Nigga get in to it
And that’s Why I pray for my fam, keep my enemies closer
Never trust a bitch, still bend a bitch over
Rock star living on a perky roller coaster
She gon suck it for the culture
Wash it down with  some Mamosa
Now She know I’m the man, wanna fuck with a dealer
Tryna make a milly off a mic or zipper
Stack my money tall like the city hall pillars
Ima always keep it real with the man in the mirror
Lord have mercy on my soul
Lord have mercy on my soul
Lord have mercy on my soul
Heating up but the world getting cold
Had to find out some niggas here to fold
Ima walking dying breed in a robe
Stay alive till my money get old
Bitch ima king ,when I die wrap my body up in gold
Lord knows That I’m tryna do better
Gotta make it cause no other living better
Living too fast smashing on the pedal
Need the money and the drugs and a bitch who gone ride like coretta
She a devil in that dress like cruella
She needs the vvs to lose the vs vanilla
She gets lethal for that Louie V leather
She a bird in the flock, pluck her feathers
Serving dimes while the judge serving quarters
Fuck it nigga what’s your order
Georgia boy tryna live by the water
Stay with bitches from the border
If I hit her then I bet she say she miss me
Still plotting on a move for the repeat
Niggas know it, why they tryna go against me
But I ain’t gotta sound street to get you 6 feet
Pray the Lord have mercy on my soul
Lord Have Mercy on my soul
Lord have mercy on my soul
Heating up but the world getting cold
Had to find out some niggas here to fold
Ima walking dying breed in a robe
Stay alive till my money get old
Bitch ima king ,when I die wrap my body up in gold
Written by:
Khyre Reynolds
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