"Mercy" lyrics
No rest for the wicked
Ain't no rest for the wicked
Ain't no rest for the wicked
Ain't no rest for the wicked
Ain't no rest for the wicked
Ain't no rest for the wicked
Remember, Damaria, though a thousand may fall at your side
And ten-thousand at your right hand side
No harm will come near you with God on your side
You cannot, you will not lose
Chin up, chest out, mwah
Love you, in God
I get quiet, niggas should get worried
'Cause I don't need dirt for me to get you buried
Enough ain't enough, get 'em rushed, get 'em hurried
Where I'm from, nigga, you better be glad you made thirty
Yeah, I said a controller, I'm playin' a long game
It's been a long time comin', growin' pains
Right place, right time, don't die for the wrong things
It's like you get more money, niggas get more strange
Ten per M's on my plate, it's just fate
I'd be stupid not to move out the way
Black on black on a Wraith with black plates
There I go, make everything about race
Fuck the dissin', but I am here to disrespect
Niggas find theyself hatin', well, it's kinda self-inflicted
Who you lookin' at? What's up with all that mad doggin'?
Bitch, shut the fuck up when the cash talkin'
Let's get real (Real), let's get serious
'Cause I really turn opps to experiments
That's me in your bitch throat when she clearin' it
A baby kangaroo out the blue, I ain't hearin' it
All back fades (Back fades), get the Boosie cut
I'm geeked, popped the, uh, with orange juice just to boost it up
You gon' either tighten up or loosen up
Corny niggas tryna prove to us that they cool enough
I don't get it (I don't get it), and really don't care
Who the fuck said that this life is fair?
Wanna watch shop, me and my bitch get an icy pair
Got a cold look, yeah, give you that icy stare (Stare)
Bitch (Bitch), I love to get it in
Protect your neck, chest, face, and your chin
I don't run from no nigga, but my patience run thin
All I want is wins, like God bless me again
Speak through the music, that's enough, niggas tweakin'
Make empty threats and doin' shit for no reason
We was here before the world got to see me through streamin'
I was next before a Gen X, just how you conceive it
Back up in that bag, ain't we? (Bag, ain't we?)
Niggas really think they it, playin' tag, ain't he?
We back up on that one shit
The ones with plain watches, matchin' pockets is the ones I'm havin' lunch with
I think it's best you look the other way you see me comin'
Walk in this bitch like I own it, we don't do no runnin'
West Coast royalty, you won't pop out unless you summoned
Keep playin', I'll be your bad karma like you got it comin', mhm
Big niggas can get folded too (Folded too)
Legs crossed and arms folded case you roll through
Spare fingers on the trigger, hope that vest soul-proof
Walk him down, clear mask, he like, "I know it's you"
Cool, mhm, yup
Yeah, I'm pretty sure I'm way more than they expect, mhm
Okay, that part
The torch bein' passed, my shoes tied, okay, mhm
Ain't no rest for the wicked
Ain't no rest for the wicked
Ain't no rest for the wicked
Ain't no rest for the wicked
Ain't no rest for the wicked
Remember, Damaria, though a thousand may fall at your side
And ten-thousand at your right hand side
No harm will come near you with God on your side
You cannot, you will not lose
Chin up, chest out, mwah
Love you, in God
I get quiet, niggas should get worried
'Cause I don't need dirt for me to get you buried
Enough ain't enough, get 'em rushed, get 'em hurried
Where I'm from, nigga, you better be glad you made thirty
Yeah, I said a controller, I'm playin' a long game
It's been a long time comin', growin' pains
Right place, right time, don't die for the wrong things
It's like you get more money, niggas get more strange
Ten per M's on my plate, it's just fate
I'd be stupid not to move out the way
Black on black on a Wraith with black plates
There I go, make everything about race
Fuck the dissin', but I am here to disrespect
Niggas find theyself hatin', well, it's kinda self-inflicted
Who you lookin' at? What's up with all that mad doggin'?
Bitch, shut the fuck up when the cash talkin'
Let's get real (Real), let's get serious
'Cause I really turn opps to experiments
That's me in your bitch throat when she clearin' it
A baby kangaroo out the blue, I ain't hearin' it
All back fades (Back fades), get the Boosie cut
I'm geeked, popped the, uh, with orange juice just to boost it up
You gon' either tighten up or loosen up
Corny niggas tryna prove to us that they cool enough
I don't get it (I don't get it), and really don't care
Who the fuck said that this life is fair?
Wanna watch shop, me and my bitch get an icy pair
Got a cold look, yeah, give you that icy stare (Stare)
Bitch (Bitch), I love to get it in
Protect your neck, chest, face, and your chin
I don't run from no nigga, but my patience run thin
All I want is wins, like God bless me again
Speak through the music, that's enough, niggas tweakin'
Make empty threats and doin' shit for no reason
We was here before the world got to see me through streamin'
I was next before a Gen X, just how you conceive it
Back up in that bag, ain't we? (Bag, ain't we?)
Niggas really think they it, playin' tag, ain't he?
We back up on that one shit
The ones with plain watches, matchin' pockets is the ones I'm havin' lunch with
I think it's best you look the other way you see me comin'
Walk in this bitch like I own it, we don't do no runnin'
West Coast royalty, you won't pop out unless you summoned
Keep playin', I'll be your bad karma like you got it comin', mhm
Big niggas can get folded too (Folded too)
Legs crossed and arms folded case you roll through
Spare fingers on the trigger, hope that vest soul-proof
Walk him down, clear mask, he like, "I know it's you"
Cool, mhm, yup
Yeah, I'm pretty sure I'm way more than they expect, mhm
Okay, that part
The torch bein' passed, my shoes tied, okay, mhm
