Benjamin Grant - Mercy Lyrics

Uh huh
You already f*cking know
It's about that time
You ready
Mercy's for the weak nigga
A k's in my jeep nigga
Blacked out when I creep nigga
New J's on my feet nigga
I spit flames nicknamed propane
Cook cocaine eating shrimp lo mein
F*ck fame they already know my name
Lay low selling blow in designer frames
I switch lanes then hop on a plane
Menace to society like my nigga Kane
I proclaim to have tip top aim
Critically acclaimed ain't no shame in my game
Y'all dudes lame always wanna complain
Hoes gimmie brain while my niggz run train
F*ck a dumb dame them hoes be insane
They only bring losses but I'm focused on gains
N Y P D wanna come tame
Form a new task force to end my reign
Whip the whole brick then pour it through a strain
F*ck boys snitching cause they can't maintain
Mercy's for the weak nigga
A k's in my jeep nigga
Blacked out when I creep nigga
New J's on my feet nigga
I crunch niggz so the hood call me nestle
I get cash get checks and westies
Competition light pockets real hefty
Young black and I'm rich the new Wesley
Type to do real well if you test me
Come through clean leave a scene messy
Underneath my coat where the vest be
Twenty years M V P I need a espy
N Y P D wanna hex me
Cause I move cocaine in my lexy
Stay fly caked up and I'm sexy
King when it comes to the rock Elvis Presley
Every year move on to my next V
That's how I keep bad bitches on my jet ski
Getting head from a chick and her bestie
One's ambidextrous other one's lefty
Mercy's for the weak nigga
A k's in my jeep nigga
Blacked out when I creep nigga
New J's on my feet nigga
Winners never quit and quitters never win
The beef ain't over till a hollow hit your chin
Razor hit your face stitches f*cking up your grin
Probably go to hell cause all I do is sin
Clap niggz no back board or a rim
My aim on point bullets knocking off a limb
Bad vibes got me shooting niggz on a whim
Grip the glock spin the block breeze like the wind
Future looking bright some say my soul is dim
Walking time bomb don't make me pull the pin
With a freak bitch who reminds me of Kim
She takes it deep while I read Huckleberry Fin
Looking for the next best thing I'm him
Either at the trap studio or the gym
Hat low all black down to the tims
Shout out to the Apes Double Nine's and the Brims
Mercy's for the weak nigga
A k's in my jeep nigga
Blacked out when I creep nigga
New J's on my feet nigga