Mercy

No rest for the wicked Ain't no rest for the wicked Ain't no rest for the wicked Ain't no rest for the wicked Ain't no rest for the wicked Ain't no rest for the wicked Remember, Damaria, though a thousand may fall at your side And ten thousand at your righthand side No harm will come near you with God on your side You cannot, you will not lose Chin up, chest out, mwah Love you, in God I get quiet, **** should get worried 'Cause I don't need dirt for me to get you buried Enough ain't enough, get 'em rushed, get 'em hurried Where I'm from, ****, you better be glad you made thirty Yeah, I said a controller, I'm playin' a long game It's been a long time comin', growin' pains Right place, right time, don't die for the wrong things It's like you get more money, **** get more strange Ten per M's on my plate, it's just fate I'd be stupid not to move out the way Black on black on a Wraith with black plates There I go, make everything about race **** the dissin', but I am here to disrespect **** find theyself hatin', well, it's kinda self-inflicted Who you lookin' at? What's up with all that mad doggin'? Bitch, shut the **** up when the cash talkin' Let's get real (Real), let's get serious 'Cause I really turn opps to experiments That's me in your bitch throat when she clearin' it A baby kangaroo out the blue, I ain't hearin' it All back fades (Back fades), get the Boosie cut I'm geeked, popped the, uh, with orange juice just to boost it up You gon' either tighten up or loosen up Corny **** tryna prove to us that they cool enough I don't get it (I don't get it), and really don't care Who the **** said that this life is fair? Wanna watch shop, me and my bitch get an icy pair Got a cold look, yeah, give you that icy stare (Stare) Bitch (Bitch), I love to get it in Protect your neck, chest, face, and your chin I don't run from no ****, but my patience run thin All I want is wins, like God bless me again I speak through the music, there's enough, **** tweetin' Make empty threats and doin' shit for no reason We was here before the world got to see me through streamin' I was next before a Gen X, just how you conceive it Back up in that bag, ain't we? (Bag, ain't we?) **** really think they it, playin' tag, ain't he? We back up on that one shit The ones with plain watches, matchin' pockets is the ones I'm havin' lunch with I think it's best you look the other way you see me comin' Walk in this bitch like I own it, we won't do no runnin' West Coast royalty, you won't pop out unless you summoned Keep playin', I'll be your bad karma like you got it comin', mhm Big **** can get folded too (Folded too) Legs crossed and arms folded case you roll through Spare finger's on the trigger, hope that vest soul-proof Walk him down, clear mask, he like, "I know it's you" Cool, mhm, yup Yeah, I'm pretty sure I'm way more than they expect, mhm Okay, that part The torch bein' passed, my shoes tied, okay, mhm A&R : Tim Hinshaw