| There ain’t no mercy in the city it’s cold
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| Ain’t nothing doper than herron, or pretty as gold
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| Nothing fresher than some hundred dollar bills in a fold
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| Behold the ambition of a devilish soul
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| Instead of making out I did a clever and bold
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| I thought better of made moves for federal notes
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| Never stopped to push a minute cause I said it was so
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| But the octopus’s arms they just never let go
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| Heaven should know I can handle that
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| Hell I can live in this
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| God you put me in this here I don’t need forgiveness
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| I ain’t meant maliciousness
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| I just meant relentlessness
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| They were violent, I responded
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| No I won’t repent for this
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| I was drug addicted, I was stuck up in the bench kids
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| I just went around the whole earth spitting sentences
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| See I had a dream I followed it and finished it
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| Some don’t understand me 'cause they really never been in shit
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| And who’s high you think they love mercy?
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| In these streets I drink is blood thirsty
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| I’m disagreeable, who am I to kill ‘em?
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| You can’t trust a hero, but you can die a villain
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| And who’s high you think they love mercy?
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| In these streets I drink is blood thirsty
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| Recognizable nah I never heard of you
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| Negotiate with the eyes of a murderer
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| Since I sold my first bundle, the whole ain’t been the same
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| Since 16 I hussled I never been a lame
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| All my dudes slinging caine
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| And I’m slapping any rapper trying to battle me I think I’m Slaine
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| I suggest you stay in your lane
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| A man I could never fear
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| I keep a 357 there
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| I’m fucking hoes like I’m supposed to
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| Holding the toaster
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| This thing here is a cosa nostra
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| I got the fiends on a roller coaster
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| Eating langosta with a dime look like Rosa Acosta
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| From southie to the GP my dudes trap
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| Right out of their AP
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| Everywhere I go they notice me they be like hey P
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| Wassup with a ounce
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| So never holla with nothing less than a straight P
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| Pretty girls in my show throwin' their 2 hands
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| Fat girls even showin love I got huge fans
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| And who’s high you think they love mercy?
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| In these streets I drink is blood thirsty
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| I’m disagreeable, who am I to kill ‘em?
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| You can’t trust a hero, but you can die a villain
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| And who’s high you think they love mercy?
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| In these streets I drink is blood thirsty
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| Recognizable nah I never heard of you
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| Negotiate with the eyes of a murderer
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| Get yours boy, I’m about mine
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| Hammers on deck, never without mine
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| No jewels on, I still outshine
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| Put a nigga one, he don’t want this
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| The hood love me, niggas gonna bump this
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| Fuck a real nigga you can ask Slaine though
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| I do numbers you can see it in my name though
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| Fuck a Buddylist all my niggas AIM tho
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| Pipe your bitch you gon' need Draino
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| We some fly folk, fuck high hopes
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| Diesel flow, die young or die dough
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| And we got this, we about this
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| Shells treat you like a motherfucking outlet
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| Fuckin plug you, nigga fuck you
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| Life’s a bitch but I motherfucking love you
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| Have mercy on a G soul
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| Shit niggas bump to
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| And who’s high you think they love mercy?
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| In these streets I drink is blood thirsty
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| I’m disagreeable, who am I to kill ‘em?
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| You can’t trust a hero, but you can die a villain
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| And who’s high you think they love mercy?
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| In these streets I drink is blood thirsty
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| Recognizable nah I never heard of you
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| Negotiate with the eyes of a murderer |