Lord Have Mercy
I don't think you understand my purpose in this rap shit
Only luggage that I bring on tour is a casket
Speaking of a tour, let's not talk about that last shit
Ya boy went basket, almost through a motherfucker off a damn bridge
Sink or swing, bitch get in, don't give a shit that you're a 10
Act as if their is 10 10's in my first 10 DMs
I ain't got no time for games, sorry that your father's lame
Miss me with them daddy issues, get up out my Caddy bitch you're
Getting on the last nerve that I got that isn't shot
I'm stressed out, trying to hit the top with shit that isn't pop
I'm talking bars, remember that? Fore the fuckboys mumble rapped
Who are you? I'm Mesus, God left me in charge til He get back
So act right or you'll get left for dead
Sad shit is that rapping is
So fucking dead, that most won't catch the wordplay I just fucking said
Above their head, yea by a mile, actually like 7 of them
In the air, more than the ground, it's like I'm up in Heaven boy I'm
Looking at the big picture that most of y'all ain't seeing
Did what it took for me to get richer while most of y'all were sleeping
That's why I deserve to live my dreams, you hating that? Then check your heart
Ain't my fault that I was set apart
Cause misery loves company like bogus hoes love custody
And bad bitches love fucking me and fuckboys love their fuckery
Shit all I know is all my homies that I roll with tucking heat
So now you know, so don't say I ain't warn you not to fuck with me
Or we gone have your mama screaming
Lord have mercy, Lord have mercy, Lord have mercy
And I'll be crying out to God like
Lord have mercy, Lord have mercy, Lord have mercy
Dear internet gangsters, I don't think you understand that these discussions
Could lead to repercussions like death or shit at least concussions
Police come rushing whole street is buzzing cause such n such wasn't
Aware that control alt delete ain't just a fucking button
Talking tough until that oven's shoved against your fucking muffin
And the butt end of gun makes your head look like fucking pumpkins
Sorry pumpkin we can't patch this up, I'm old school add it up
You acting like a faggot, that mean that your pussy ass is fucked
Sorry but I had enough, go head troll me all you want
Catch you out in public wanting smoke I'll roll you like a blunt
Cause you're mistaking kindness for a weakness that a fatal move
Bitch you should've played cool now look at what you made me do
Both of us done made the news, but your ass ain't alive to see
Thinking that it's sweet behind a screen until I'm on your street
Cause when I say I got your address, I don't mean a URL
So bitch shut up and fight me if you don't like that I'm doing well
Cause misery loves company like bogus hoes love custody
And bad bitches love fucking me and fuckboys love their fuckery
Shit all I know is all my homies that I roll with tucking heat
So now you know, so don't say I ain't warn you not to fuck with me
Or we gone have your mama screaming
Lord have mercy, Lord have mercy, Lord have mercy
And I'll be crying out to God like
Lord have mercy, Lord have mercy, Lord have mercy