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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ace Hood
Ace Hood
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Antoine McColister
Antoine McColister
Songwriter
Carl McCormick
Carl McCormick
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cardiak
Cardiak
Producer
Inderan K. Bailey
Inderan K. Bailey
Recording Engineer
Joe Zarrillo
Joe Zarrillo
Assistant Recording Engineer
Fabian Marasciullo
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer
Sam Bohl
Sam Bohl
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Lord forgive 'em
For they know not what they do
As I walk through that valley of the shadow of death
See no pussy
Uh
[Verse 2]
So I guess we finally meet again
Should I kill 'em? Well, that all depends
Due to success, I started losing friends
**** sleepin', only reason he don't follow trends
[Verse 3]
Never was a gimmick, the realest in it, come bear to witness
And I see them rappers is actors, boy, they so Robin Givens
I kept it humble, my stomach rumble, my Rollie tickin'
They did me dirty, I may forgive 'em but won't forget it
[Verse 4]
And not to mention, they wasn't worthy of what I'm spittin'
It's God's will and them haters just pray they could prevent it
I'm so addicted to gettin' it, I need intervention
The hottest spittin', your favorite rapper scared to admit it
[Verse 5]
Have mercy, let me bow my head
I count a million up, that's daily bread
Ain't no more humble in me, shit is dead
Tell them pussy ****, I ain't never scared
[Verse 6]
Poor **** hate to see a **** win
Say, you coming for me, pussy ****, when?
I been cold hearted since I lost a twin
I swear, I love it when they hate, I made a hit again
[Verse 7]
I did this before my ****, them
Use your bitch whenever, like a membership
Never bothered over Twitter beef
We'll probably never meet up where the money be
[Verse 8]
Me and Kiko on the wood, yeah, the money seats
Five grand just to see him hit a three
Balenciagas on a **** feet
Death to the competition, may they rest in peace
[Verse 9]
I know my mama prayin' for me
I hope your mama prayin' too
'Cause me and my **** gotta eat
We'll die over these canned foods
[Verse 10]
Have mercy on a real ****
'Cause I'm sinnin' every day, Lord
Have mercy on a real ****
'Cause I'ma ride for my ****, dog
[Verse 11]
What the fuck these **** talkin' 'bout?
Load the choppers, bring them problems that they talkin' 'bout
Roll the reefer, no Khalifa, you gon' ride or die
No homicide, it's suicide before I testify
[Verse 12]
That's on my daughter, I'm runnin' Florida, no kinda, sorta
And I hear 'em talkin', that money callin', them out of order
Yeah, ****, fuck all that talkin', be 'bout it then
A lot of small talk, there they go, runnin' they mouth again
[Verse 13]
Bold ****, till they meet them gorillas
Fuck a cavity, my **** ain't got no feelings
Money is the motive, family is the reason
On my mama, ain't nobody ever came between it
[Verse 14]
And they never will, streets got me grippin' steel
Them scared **** go to church or either Dr. Phil
I tell 'em, look me in my eyes, we are not the the same
Lion hearted ****, gunpowder in my veins, huh
[Verse 15]
Have mercy on 'em
Bow your head
[Verse 16]
I know my mama prayin' for me
I hope your mama prayin' too
'Cause me and my **** gotta eat
We'll die over these canned foods
[Verse 17]
Have mercy on a real ****
'Cause I'm sinnin' every day, Lord
Have mercy on a real ****
'Cause I'ma ride for my ****, dog
[Verse 18]
Pussy **** still hatin' hard
Bitch, I just went and bought the boulevard
Bitch, I just went and blew another check
'Bout my money, catch a bullet tryna intercept
[Verse 19]
Jumpin' up out that whip, I let my chain swing
Blood up under my sneakers like I gang bang
Every day's a struggle, tryna maintain
And free my real **** in the chain gang
[Verse 20]
I hear them broke **** still talkin'
Watch your words, do be very cautious
You threaten mine, you can pick a coffin
Ain't no talkin, tell 'em shock it, once they go to spark it
[Verse 21]
Self made Rollie and a pair of Js
Hood ****, livin' like I'm Bruce Wayne
New Ferrari kickin' like it's Liu Kang
Real ****, ain't it true? 2 Chainz
[Verse 22]
I know my mama prayin' for me
I hope your mama prayin' too
'Cause me and my **** gotta eat
We'll die over these canned foods
[Verse 23]
Have mercy on a real ****
'Cause I'm sinnin' every day, Lord
Have mercy on a real ****
'Cause I'ma ride for my ****, dog
[Verse 24]
I'ma ride for my ****
You better ride for you ****
Trials and tribulations
Written by: Antoine McColister, C. McCormick, Carl E McCormick
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