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mercy - grip lyrics

[intro]
yeah, grip, okay
uh, uh, okay

[verse 1]
smoke, smoke, i want all the smoke, b*tch 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’, b*tch 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’, n*ggas droppin’ on the day to day
i was eight first time i seen a n*gga spray a k
we cut through the planet whеn it cut, it cut this (cut this)
flipped couple more, and sеt that bid on budness
industry n*ggas is lame, really i be like f*ck it (f*ck it)
b*tch if i get in the game, i’m givin’ you n*gga 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)

[chorus]
lord please have a mercy on a n*gga
that thought he was a k!lla
’cause he don’t really want smoke (he don’t really want smoke)
h*ll nah, n*gga, no (h*ll nah, n*gga, no)
[verse 2]
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
n*ggas 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 n*ggas recording your death on camera
all on the web for amateurs, this is atlanta zoo
n*ggas’ animals [?] so they f*ck with you
but it’s scandalous, stray gang from the a to los angeles
n*ggas 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, n*gga go get the blammin’ then

[chorus]
lord please have a mercy on a n*gga
that thought he was a k!lla
’cause he don’t really want smoke (he don’t really want smoke)
h*ll nah, n*gga, no (h*ll nah, n*gga, no)

- grip lyrics

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