Ace Hood Have Mercy Lyrics

Trials & Tribulations Track Listing
Digital Media 1
  • 1 Testimony
  • 2 Trials & Tribulations
  • 3 Another Statistic
  • 4 Before the Rollie
  • 5 We Outchea
  • 6 We Them Niggas
  • 7 The Come Up
  • 8 Rider
  • 9 Hope
  • 10 Pray For Me
  • 11 Bugatti
  • 12 How I'm Raised
  • 13 My Bible
  • 14 Mama
  • 15 Bugatti
  • 16 Fuck da World
  • 17 Have Mercy
  • Lord forgive 'em, for they know not what they do
    As I walk through that Valley of the Shadow of Death
    See no *****

    Ugh, so I guess we finally meet again
    Should I kill 'em? Well, that all depends
    Due to success I started losing friends
    ***** sleepin', only reason he don't follow trends
    Never was a gimmick, the realest in it, come bear witness
    And I see them rappers is actors, boy, they so Robin Givens
    I kept it humble, my stomach grumble, my Rollie tickin'
    They did me dirty, I may forgive 'em, but won't forget it
    And not to mention, they wasn't worthy of what I'm spittin'
    It's God's will, and them haters just pray they could prevent it
    I'm so addicted to gettin' it, I need intervention
    The hottest spittin', your favorite rapper scared to admit it
    Have mercy, let me bow my head
    I count a million up, that's daily bread
    Ain't no more humble in me, **** is dead
    Tell them ***** *****s I ain't never scared
    Poor *****s hate to see a ***** win
    Say you comin' for me? ***** *****, when?
    I been cold-hearted since I lost a twin
    I swear I love it when they hate, I made a hit again
    I did this before my *****s, them
    Use your ***** whenever like a membership
    Never bothered over Twitter beef
    We'll probably never meet up where the money be
    Me and Kiko on the wood, yeah, the money seats
    Five grand just to see him hit a three
    Balenciagas on a ***** feet
    Death to the competition, may they rest in peace

    I know my mama prayin' for me, I hope your mama prayin' too
    'Cause me and my *****s gotta eat, we'll die over these canned foods
    Have mercy on a real *****, 'cause I'm sinnin' every day, Lord
    Have mercy on a real *****, 'cause I'mma ride for my *****s, dog

    What the **** these *****s talkin' 'bout?
    Load the choppers, bring them problems that they talkin' 'bout
    Roll the reefer, no Khalifa, you gon' ride or die
    No homicide, it's suicide before I testify
    That's on my daughter, I'm runnin' Florida, no kinda, sorta
    And I hear 'em talkin', that money callin', them out of order
    Yeah, *****, **** all that talkin', be 'bout it, then
    A lot of small talk, there they go runnin' their mouth again
    Bold *****, 'til they meet them gorillas
    **** a cavity, my *****s ain't got no fillings
    Money is the motive, family is the reason
    On my mama, ain't nobody ever came between it
    And they never will, streets got me grippin' steel
    These scared *****s need to go to church or either Dr. Phil
    I tell 'em look me in my eyes, we are not the same
    Lion-hearted *****, gunpowder in my veins huh

    Have mercy on 'em
    Bow your head

    I know my mama prayin' for me, I hope your mama prayin' too
    'Cause me and my *****s gotta eat, we'll die over these canned foods
    Have mercy on a real *****, 'cause I'm sinnin' every day, Lord
    Have mercy on a real *****, 'cause I'mma ride for my *****s, dog

    ***** *****s still hatin' hard
    *****, I just went and bought the boulevard
    *****, I just went and blew another check
    'Bout my money, catch a bullet tryna intercept
    Jumpin' up out that whip, I let my chain swing
    Blood up on my sneakers like I gang bang
    Every day's a struggle tryna maintain
    And free my real *****s in the chain gang
    I hear them broke *****s still talkin'
    Watch your words, do be very cautious
    You threaten mine, you can pick a coffin
    Ain't no talkin', tell 'em shock it once it go to sparkin'
    Self-made Rollie and a pair of Js
    Hood ***** livin' like I'm Bruce Wayne
    New Ferrari kickin' like it's Liu Kang
    Real *****, ain't it true? 2 Chainz

    I know my mama prayin' for me, I hope your mama prayin' too
    'Cause me and my *****s gotta eat, we'll die over these canned foods
    Have mercy on a real *****, 'cause I'm sinnin' every day, Lord
    Have mercy on a real *****, 'cause I'mma ride for my *****s, dog
    I'mma ride for my *****s, you better ride for your *****s
    Trials and tribulations

    Written by: Antoine Mccolister, Carl E. Mccormick
    Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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