Mercy lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, GRIP, okay
Uh, uh, okay

[Verse 1]
Smoke, smoke, I want all the smoke, b*tch I'm never runnin'
Yeah, better fear the boy like he the second comin'
Uh, Jesus Christ, how is he this nice?
Can't be out here cakin', b*tch I need a slice
Catalina Drive, that where granny stay
We were throwin' hands, you were watchin' anime (Okay)
I come from a life that you don't wanna know (What's that?)
Walkin' past them zombies at the corner store
Pistols poppin', n*ggas droppin' on the day to day
I was eight first time I seen a n*gga spray a K
Big cuz flippеd a pound and went and copped a cutlass (Cutlass)
Flipped a couplе more and sat that b*tch on Budniks
Industry n*ggas is lame, really I be like f*ck it (f*ck it)
b*tch if I get in the game, I'm givin' these n*gga buckets (Swish)
I never did it for fame, I need all my ducketts
Just 'cause you grip it and aim, don't mean you gon' bust it (Okay)

[Chorus]
Lord please have a mercy on the n*gga
That thought he was a killer
'Cause he don't really want smoke (He don't really want smoke)
Hell nah, n*gga, nope (Hell nah, n*gga, nope)
[Verse 2]
We ain't signin' to no major, chose to thug it out
They like "GRIP, we need to talk", I be like "What about?"
I can't tell if you do rap or you do R&B
Use your CD for a ashtray, pardon me
Wasn't supportin' me back when I whipped the Accord
So now I be acting accordingly, black and disorderly
What you make yearly I'm stackin' it quarterly
Pack a .40, so don't try to press me
Skate on the track like I'm Gretzky
I need a espy, let's be honest
n*ggas is extra modest, so we came from less
So we had to stretch the dollars
No checks and balances
Where I'm from, there's more techs than challengers
Get a vest and protect your calendar
You can get wet up, and n*ggas recording your death on camera
All on the web for amateurs, this is Atlanta zoo
n*ggas' animals, hoes say they f*ck with you
But they scandalous, Stray gang from the A to Los Angeles
n*ggas is panickin', here come the man again
And he gunnin' for the spot that you standin' in
Never bet against a kid if you gamblin'
Say you 'bout it, n*gga go get the blammer' then

[Chorus]
Lord please have a mercy on the n*gga
That thought he was a killer
'Cause he don't really want smoke (He don't really want smoke)
Hell nah, n*gga, nope (Hell nah, n*gga, nope)