Young Gravity - Mercy Lyrics

High risk nigga best believe it come with a high reward
My wrist nigga drip more brazy then a psycho ward
Psychics always tell me they find my readings unsure
White ink will make sure to have ya feelings get restored
Optic disc not enough visine to clear what they absorbed
Admire this before it get to the point where I gotta meet my Lord
To get to the cars the money the power gotta make sure them drugs transported
Count on ya brothers to meet at the port and do not come back with a short end nigga
Earning respect you know that bloods like us always get judged by the cover
Revel anxiety later talk with a stutter day by day body will suffer
Really be feelin like you all alone fighting a losing battle
Kant bite the devils tree then take his apples travel a far to repent at that chappel tune in this channel
Rockin the wrong flannel will surely put you in gravel
They say I talk psychobabble
Woah well excuse me
A lot of OG's don't ever get to see thirty
Some of us worthy
Never fair when God's perfection get sent to him early
Shot up and buried all bloody and dirty
Gang banging always criticized with stigma
Troubled ghetto trash with no charisma
But what if you was the one born within a
Poverty drugs liquor hoes pimps killings you might have been a
Gangsta who's amid us
Tryning hard to fulfill the
Shoes left by ya father who to find you gotta go and dig up
Let me guess since he a banger he deserved it
There goes another confirmed dead
He wasn't shit so you heard it
Now the devil gotta another soul to observe it
He was a good one he was a victim
He was a blood so this crime is victimless
They assume kuz you street you symptomless
So they belittle us
As if them boys ain't had loving moms its ridiculous
Think of they loved ones why they gotta be left behind to suffer
Starving in the gutter you know that he loved her
Wake up find out that ya child murdered the pain struck her
Y'all still gon sit there and say fuck her
Let her die with him them words stunned her
But the upper rather laugh as she suffers
Motherfuckers
Mercy
Mercy me
Why do they have to judge me
Mercy
Mercy me
Why do they have to judge me
I can't keep living like this it's frightening
Every breath I take seems tightening
I try to escape by running
But they find me I hear them coming
Day by day my insides are suffering
Let me rot in hell I'll go smiling

High risk nigga best believe it come with a high reward
My wrist nigga drip more brazy then a psycho ward
Psychics always tell me they find my readings unsure
White ink will make sure to have ya feelings get restored
Optic disc not enough visine to clear what they absorbed
Admire this before it get to the point where I gotta meet my Lord
To get to the cars the money the power gotta make sure them drugs transported
Count on ya brothers to meet at the port and do not come back with a short end nigga
Earning respect you know that bloods like us always get judged by the cover
Revel anxiety later talk with a stutter day by day body will suffer
Really be feelin like you all alone fighting a losing battle
Kant bite the devils tree then take his apples travel a far to repent at that chappel tune in this channel
Rockin the wrong flannel will surely put you in gravel
They say I talk psychobabble
Woah well excuse me
A lot of OG's don't ever get to see thirty
Some of us worthy
Never fair when God's perfection get sent to him early
Shot up and buried all bloody and dirty
Gang banging always criticized with stigma
Troubled ghetto trash with no charisma
But what if you was the one born within a
Poverty drugs liquor hoes pimps killings you might have been a
Gangsta who's amid us
Tryning hard to fulfill the
Shoes left by ya father who to find you gotta go and dig up
Let me guess since he a banger he deserved it
There goes another confirmed dead
He wasn't shit so you heard it
Now the devil gotta another soul to observe it
He was a good one he was a victim
He was a blood so this crime is victimless
They assume kuz you street you symptomless
So they belittle us
As if them boys ain't had loving moms its ridiculous
Think of they loved ones why they gotta be left behind to suffer
Starving in the gutter you know that he loved her
Wake up find out that ya child murdered the pain struck her
Y'all still gon sit there and say fuck her
Let her die with him them words stunned her
But the upper rather laugh as she suffers
Motherfuckers
Mercy
Mercy me
Why do they have to judge me
Mercy
Mercy me
Why do they have to judge me
I can't keep living like this it's frightening
Every breath I take seems tightening
I try to escape by running
But they find me I hear them coming
Day by day my insides are suffering
Let me rot in hell I'll go smiling