Mercy

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

[Verse 1]
Smoke, smoke, I want all the smoke, bitch 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', bitch 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', niggas droppin' on the day to day
I was eight first time I seen a nigga spray a K
Big cuz flippеd a pound and went and copped a cutlass (Cutlass)
Flipped a couplе more and sat that bitch on Budniks
Industry niggas is lame, really I be like fuck it (Fuck it)
Bitch if I get in the game, I'm givin' these nigga 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 nigga
That thought he was a killer
'Cause he don't really want smoke (He don't really want smoke)
Hell nah, nigga, nope (Hell nah, nigga, 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
Niggas 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 niggas recording your death on camera
All on the web for amateurs, this is Atlanta zoo
Niggas' animals, hoes say they fuck with you
But they scandalous, Stray gang from the A to Los Angeles
Niggas 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, nigga go get the blammer' then

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