Mercy (feat. Stacy Barthe)

We gon' ball until we die of sin Lord have mercy I did a lot in this life So I fight and survive, Lord have mercy Oh mercy, mercy, mercy, please Oh mercy, mercy, mercy, please Lord have mercy Oh mercy, mercy, mercy, please Mercy, mercy, Lord have mercy Now, standin' at the crossroads Starin' at the cosmos I'm a product of this gang bang How we end up, only God knows I'ma do about the self hate I'm just tryna get myself straight I'm so caught up in this wealth race Cause I know I'm takin' hell's taste Look, chef flame to your soul with us When in wrong do what's wrong with us Pops wasn't in the home with us So we follow suit, look up to these old niggas I can tell you how it go nigga I can fire with the flame, explode nigga Nah, you gotta be a cold nigga With the yellow brick road, brimstone nigga We gon' ball until we die of sin Lord have mercy I did a lot in this life So I fight and survive, Lord have mercy Oh mercy, mercy, mercy, please Oh mercy, mercy, mercy, please Lord have mercy Oh mercy, mercy, mercy, please Mercy, mercy, Lord have mercy Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah