Ybn Cordae Have Mercy Remix Lyrics
Have Mercy (Remix) by YBN Cordae
[Intro: YBN Cordae]
Kid
Ugh
[Chorus: YBN Cordae]
Sweet Lord, please have mercy
Baby Jesus, please save us
I know I used up my three favors
Back to sinnin' like a week later
New car, speed racer
Cop a crib, need acres
Most of all, we all need prayer
Karma comin', beware
I don't know where I'm goin', huh
But I hope I'm on the right path
Life'll hit you with a light jab
Mike Tyson, strike back
You niggas goin' out slight sad
Know I'm all about my bag
New drip, I grab
I just wanna get my life back
[Verse 1: YBN Cordae]
There's no complainin' on this side
My niggas, shit is not tolerated
Cut some niggas off like a operation
And my team way more consolidated
Suite presidential, that's inauguration
'Cause we cookin' crack like Ronald Reagan
Chip on my shoulder, boy, I'm not for waitin'
Divine timin', took a lot of patience
Now it's time for the takeover, all gas and the brake's slower
Took a trip out to Tokyo, now I'm here in Paris for the layover
Fuck old niggas, boy, your day's over
You mad at me 'cause your pace slower
Bitter nigga, you a shade-thrower, I was just sleepin' on a sofa
Now I ride with a paid chauffeur
'Cause I'm way doper, better stay sober
I paint pictures, you a Crayola
I got a bad bitch and she laid over
She really asked could she stay over
I told her that we need to face closure
The smell of money has a great odor
These the things that I prayed over
[Chorus: YBN Cordae]
Sweet Lord, please have mercy
Baby Jesus, please save us
I know I used up my three favors
Back to sinnin' like a week later
New car, speed racer
Cop a crib, need acres
Most of all, we all need prayer
Karma comin', beware
I don't know where I'm goin', huh
But I hope I'm on the right path (Right path)
Life'll hit you with a light jab
Mike Tyson, strike back (Strike back)
You niggas goin' out slight sad (Slight sad)
Know I'm all about my bag (Yeah)
New drip, I grab
I just wanna get my life back (Huh, huh)
[Verse 2: Lil Rock]
Hard to tell these motherfuckers
I don't want no sneakers on my feet
Papers on my deal, favors on my dick
How you said these motherfuckers
Gonna give you, backing that you want, ah
Cracking that you hunt, ah
Milli that you won't, ah
Winning thought you Gunna
Beary with dat shot glocky wid da 30 slapy on your body
Suicidal like a fuckin' kamikaze
All I pleaded was some motivation
All I needed was some 'Go do it, son” and spot
Love of life, hit my heart, full of dart, see they're out, now that bitch wanna top
Sabotage, all my glass, full of bars, see they're out, now you watch, me go top
Shout your tag, and I thank God
You a rockstar, you my Tank God
[Hook: Lil Rock]
Is you mad 'cause your bitch sucked my dick?
Is you mad 'cause your rap full of shit?
Do you really wanna beef with this croc like a rock with a Glock on his arms he gon' hit
Got middle finger for you suckers
All you do is chit-chat, like a dick ass
I'ma big rock, you a big fuck
If it wasn't for your day
Mercy motherfuckers!
[Chorus: YBN Cordae]
Sweet Lord, please have mercy
Baby Jesus, please save us
I know I used up my three favors
Back to sinnin' like a week later
New car, speed racer
Cop a crib, need acres
Most of all, we all need prayer
Karma comin', beware
I don't know where I'm goin', huh
But I hope I'm on the right path
Life'll hit you with a light jab
Mike Tyson, strike back
You niggas goin' out slight sad
Know I'm all about my bag
New drip, I grab
I just wanna get my life back
Kid
Ugh
[Chorus: YBN Cordae]
Sweet Lord, please have mercy
Baby Jesus, please save us
I know I used up my three favors
Back to sinnin' like a week later
New car, speed racer
Cop a crib, need acres
Most of all, we all need prayer
Karma comin', beware
I don't know where I'm goin', huh
But I hope I'm on the right path
Life'll hit you with a light jab
Mike Tyson, strike back
You niggas goin' out slight sad
Know I'm all about my bag
New drip, I grab
I just wanna get my life back
[Verse 1: YBN Cordae]
There's no complainin' on this side
My niggas, shit is not tolerated
Cut some niggas off like a operation
And my team way more consolidated
Suite presidential, that's inauguration
'Cause we cookin' crack like Ronald Reagan
Chip on my shoulder, boy, I'm not for waitin'
Divine timin', took a lot of patience
Now it's time for the takeover, all gas and the brake's slower
Took a trip out to Tokyo, now I'm here in Paris for the layover
Fuck old niggas, boy, your day's over
You mad at me 'cause your pace slower
Bitter nigga, you a shade-thrower, I was just sleepin' on a sofa
Now I ride with a paid chauffeur
'Cause I'm way doper, better stay sober
I paint pictures, you a Crayola
I got a bad bitch and she laid over
She really asked could she stay over
I told her that we need to face closure
The smell of money has a great odor
These the things that I prayed over
[Chorus: YBN Cordae]
Sweet Lord, please have mercy
Baby Jesus, please save us
I know I used up my three favors
Back to sinnin' like a week later
New car, speed racer
Cop a crib, need acres
Most of all, we all need prayer
Karma comin', beware
I don't know where I'm goin', huh
But I hope I'm on the right path (Right path)
Life'll hit you with a light jab
Mike Tyson, strike back (Strike back)
You niggas goin' out slight sad (Slight sad)
Know I'm all about my bag (Yeah)
New drip, I grab
I just wanna get my life back (Huh, huh)
[Verse 2: Lil Rock]
Hard to tell these motherfuckers
I don't want no sneakers on my feet
Papers on my deal, favors on my dick
How you said these motherfuckers
Gonna give you, backing that you want, ah
Cracking that you hunt, ah
Milli that you won't, ah
Winning thought you Gunna
Beary with dat shot glocky wid da 30 slapy on your body
Suicidal like a fuckin' kamikaze
All I pleaded was some motivation
All I needed was some 'Go do it, son” and spot
Love of life, hit my heart, full of dart, see they're out, now that bitch wanna top
Sabotage, all my glass, full of bars, see they're out, now you watch, me go top
Shout your tag, and I thank God
You a rockstar, you my Tank God
[Hook: Lil Rock]
Is you mad 'cause your bitch sucked my dick?
Is you mad 'cause your rap full of shit?
Do you really wanna beef with this croc like a rock with a Glock on his arms he gon' hit
Got middle finger for you suckers
All you do is chit-chat, like a dick ass
I'ma big rock, you a big fuck
If it wasn't for your day
Mercy motherfuckers!
[Chorus: YBN Cordae]
Sweet Lord, please have mercy
Baby Jesus, please save us
I know I used up my three favors
Back to sinnin' like a week later
New car, speed racer
Cop a crib, need acres
Most of all, we all need prayer
Karma comin', beware
I don't know where I'm goin', huh
But I hope I'm on the right path
Life'll hit you with a light jab
Mike Tyson, strike back
You niggas goin' out slight sad
Know I'm all about my bag
New drip, I grab
I just wanna get my life back