"Mercy II" lyrics
[Intro:]
I'm sure we all enjoyed the piano interlude, but now it's time for-
[Sam Paulino:]
Sorry momma, had to do it to 'em
That's why I'm never home, and always in the booth
But I come correct, so protect ya neck and pick up the pace
I might cuff yo' bitch then cum on her face
Keep it movin', I'm just tryna be a decent human
Niggas think I'm stupid
I ain't ever worried, I got shit to do
You sleep on me, you miss the truth
Is this a true story? I wanna know
I'm a fuckin 'degenerate, but I'm elegant
I just here for my settlement, otherwise I'm irrelevant
I'm still at the county fair, in a porta potty, gettin rowdy with Ellen DeGeneres
Giving me head just for the hell of it (I)
Pretty nigga even if I had braces
I break hearts like I break faces
Christ's sake, II'm amazing
Nose bloody, eyes Asian
Suck a hundred dicks if you don't fuck with my creation
I'm still me if I'm on or not
I'm still me 'cause I call the shots
I smoke a spliff in the parking lot
Gettin' faded like a barber shop
My nigga, bombaclat
'Cause I've been up to no good, brudda
Livin' life like I should, brudda
Talk down, I can't do, brudda
Fuck Trump and fuck you brudda
[HANKNATIVE:]
Bitch I got thrown again
Workin' pro bono, damn
Studio late with my friends
Recording until 6 AM for a month
They like damn, we did it again
Collectin' them bones again
To make a little throne, and shit
Cats are callin' my home, lil bitch
The aura look gold, and shit
I'm lookin' divine and I think that she notice, bitch
Parry all the convos that's never helpin' me ride
Bitches climbin' on the walls when I slide
Drippin' mac sauce, dive, come quick
The scene get real slick
It's blood that's on walls, his face is frothin'
I think he off shit, he killed his whole clique
I don't think he hurt, but shit he hurt them
Them bodies still movin, they dancin', jerkin'
Muthafuckas momma's gon' see them in dirt, bitch
Is it worth it?
Got a purpose
Got my life on lock, can't rehearse this
If it's big moves, lemme murk shit
I'm the next nigga up, is he lurkin'?
Get up outcha feelings
[?]
I'm sure we all enjoyed the piano interlude, but now it's time for-
[Sam Paulino:]
Sorry momma, had to do it to 'em
That's why I'm never home, and always in the booth
But I come correct, so protect ya neck and pick up the pace
I might cuff yo' bitch then cum on her face
Keep it movin', I'm just tryna be a decent human
Niggas think I'm stupid
I ain't ever worried, I got shit to do
You sleep on me, you miss the truth
Is this a true story? I wanna know
I'm a fuckin 'degenerate, but I'm elegant
I just here for my settlement, otherwise I'm irrelevant
I'm still at the county fair, in a porta potty, gettin rowdy with Ellen DeGeneres
Giving me head just for the hell of it (I)
Pretty nigga even if I had braces
I break hearts like I break faces
Christ's sake, II'm amazing
Nose bloody, eyes Asian
Suck a hundred dicks if you don't fuck with my creation
I'm still me if I'm on or not
I'm still me 'cause I call the shots
I smoke a spliff in the parking lot
Gettin' faded like a barber shop
My nigga, bombaclat
'Cause I've been up to no good, brudda
Livin' life like I should, brudda
Talk down, I can't do, brudda
Fuck Trump and fuck you brudda
[HANKNATIVE:]
Bitch I got thrown again
Workin' pro bono, damn
Studio late with my friends
Recording until 6 AM for a month
They like damn, we did it again
Collectin' them bones again
To make a little throne, and shit
Cats are callin' my home, lil bitch
The aura look gold, and shit
I'm lookin' divine and I think that she notice, bitch
Parry all the convos that's never helpin' me ride
Bitches climbin' on the walls when I slide
Drippin' mac sauce, dive, come quick
The scene get real slick
It's blood that's on walls, his face is frothin'
I think he off shit, he killed his whole clique
I don't think he hurt, but shit he hurt them
Them bodies still movin, they dancin', jerkin'
Muthafuckas momma's gon' see them in dirt, bitch
Is it worth it?
Got a purpose
Got my life on lock, can't rehearse this
If it's big moves, lemme murk shit
I'm the next nigga up, is he lurkin'?
Get up outcha feelings
[?]
Writer(s): Caleb Hoh, Hank Collins, Aidan Ostby, Jared Fier, Julian Segar-reid, Samuel Curtis Paulino
