Lyrics Mercy - Grip

Mercy

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)