Mercy

Got me down on my knees, have mercy on my soul

I got kids I gotta feed so you know I need more

Gotta slide with a heater cuz these streets can get cold, yeah

And you know the game don't stop

Another day above ground I thank GOD for that

Stood solid on shaky ground, I thank my pride for that

Not a fan of a handout, I rather grind for that

No elevators had to climb for that

Remember times bein broke was racking my mind, now my mind's on racks

Mind's on traps, how to dodge them and glide on max

Slide on maps, oppas rather me lie on back

They know I'm different but they'll lie on facts

Shit if I'm lying acknowledge my fibbin, grinding and building while quietly winning

Pray every morning but by dinner I'm probably sinning

Issues of trust, they say its love but you probably dissin

Plotting and wishing on my downfall

I'm still pulling up wit my crown on, Young king'n

Was paid plenty ways while these **** was one thing'n

This drum like a dumbbell and dummies can dumb get it

Once your visions differ from ya friends you become distant, but I dont miss em, nah

Got me down on my knees, have mercy on my soul

I got kids I gotta feed so you know I need more

Gotta slide with a heater cuz these streets can get cold, yeah

And you know the game dont stop

Hundred miles from greatness, around the block from satan

Contemplating, grab a brick or spend hours slaving

From where the sun might shine, but its showers waitin

Gotta skate with a stick, call it power playing

No Wayne Simmons just some caine whipping

Hunger pains make you wanna flame buscuits once that pain sits in

Flipside, you make a dollar that's gon change ****

Wanna shoot your whip up when they was just on the train witcha

I'm just tryna beat the bing

World labeled us as nothing, I'm just tryna be a thing

Shit is chess, not checkers still I'm tryna to be a king

Then put crowns on my sons as acknowledgment for the wins

Yeah, one of the last of an dying breed

Feelin like real **** is a dying need

In this era where they airing I'm just tryna breathe

Green packer like I'm Aaron, pistols siemese

****

Got me down on my knees, have mercy on my soul

I got kids I gotta feed so you know I need more

Gotta slide with a heater cuz these streets can get cold, yeah

And you know the game don't stop