Mercy - Grip

Smoke, smoke, I want all the smoke, bitch I’m never runnin'

Yeah, they afraid of boy like he the second comin'

Uh, Jesus Christ, how is he this nice?

Can’t be out here cakin', bitch I need a slice

Catalina drive, that where granny stay

We were throwin' hands, you were watchin' anime (Okay)

I come from a life that you don’t wanna know (What's that?)

Walkin' past them zombies at the corner store

Pistols poppin', niggas droppin' on the day to day

I was eight first time I seen a nigga spray a K

We cut through the planet when it cut, it cut this (Cut this)

Flipped couple more, and set that bid on budness

Industry niggas is lame, really I be like fuck it (Fuck it)

Bitch if I get in the game, I’m givin' you nigga buckets (Swish)

I never did it for fame, I need all my duckets

Just 'cause you grippin' to aim, don’t mean you gon' bust it (Okay)

Lord please have a mercy on a nigga

That thought he was a killa

'Cause he don’t really want smoke (He don’t really want smoke)

Hell nah, nigga, no (Hell nah, nigga, no)

We ain’t signin' to no major, chose to thug it out

They like «GRIP, we need to talk», I be like «What about?»

I can’t tell if you do rap or you do R&B

Use your CD for a ashtray, pardon me

Wasn’t supportin' me back when I whipped the Accord

So now I be acting accordingly, black and disorderly

What you make daily I’m stackin' it quarterly

Pack a forty, so don’t try to press me

Scanned on a cheque like I’m Gretzky

I need a Esby, let’s be honest

Niggas is extra modest, so we came from less

So we had to stress the dollars

No cheques and balances

Where I’m from, there’s more TECs than challengers

Be the vets and protect your calendar

You can get what up, and niggas recording your death on camera

All on the web for amateurs, this is Atlanta zoo

Niggas' animals so they fuck with you

But it’s scandalous, Stray gang from the A to Los Angeles

Niggas is panickin', here come the man again

And he gunnin' for the spot that you standin' in

Never bet against a kid if you gamblin'

Say you 'bout it, nigga go get the blammin' then

Lord please have a mercy on a nigga

That thought he was a killa

'Cause he don’t really want smoke (He don’t really want smoke)

Hell nah, nigga, no (Hell nah, nigga, no)