If I say I got it all together, just know I’m lying
From a place we don’t make it out
Too many niggas dyin’
Truth is, I ain’t better than the next man, but you know I’m tryin’
Whoa-oah
Have mercy on me, me
Have mercy on me
Have mercy on me
Have mercy on me, me
Have mercy on me
Have mercy on me
[Byron Messia:]
Have mercy pon me
When mi touch e road just fi kill di enemies
‘Cause mi have dat cold Fahrenheit, Celsius below ten degrees
Best believe, sixteen, released a kill bwoy
[?] chat more than a press release
Mi head sicker than a STD
Mi just a do what’s best fi mi
Blood a spill like Hennessy
Full a money, Guyanese gold, dat a mek a fella pree
Di Glocks dem up, mi start dem up fi shot you up, I make them chop you up
Boy nah go reachin’ and di ambulance a wrap em up
Brand new AR weh mi get from mi dawg
Haffi mek people scatter when dat a buss
Have mercy pon me
Mi nah thug it in di streets, I’m a juvenile teen
Tell me weh di fuck, if yuh know how it feel
Well, yuh cyaan get to me, love siblings for free
[Fridayy:]
If I say I got it all together, just know I’m lying
From a place we don’t make it out
Too many niggas dyin’
Truth is, I ain’t better than the next man, but you know I’m tryin’
Noah-oah
Have mercy on me, me
Have mercy on me
Have mercy on me
Have mercy for me, me
Have mercy on me
Have mercy on me
On, on me
On, on me
Have mercy on me, on me
Have mercy on me, on me
Have mercy on me
Have mercy on
