Lord Have Mercy

Preacher told me don't set trip on a Sunday Knowing damn well that there'll get you laid Monday Lord have mercy Please Heaven's mercy Lord have mercy Please Heaven's mercy Na-na-na na-na na-na Never, ever ever get caught tellin' on my niggas I'm a gangbanger, deadbeat father and drug dealer When the money and fame gone, tell me who stayin' with you Runnin' from God's creation Shakin' these broken hands and meetin' with blank faces Snake eyes keepin' my back achin' Dirty habits of rappin' and bein' savage Still hangin' with niggas that can't do nothin' but cause damage Guess I'm bein' a real nigga like I'm 'posed to be But bein' real never once bought the groceries and Top told me keep rappin', you'll make it hopefully And hope was all that I needed, dreamin' myself to work This workin' affair was better than bullet holes in my shirt The demons hate when you make it and stay alive They'd rather see me down under than see me fly Lord have mercy! Lord have mercy Please Heaven's mercy Lord have mercy Please Heaven's mercy They say I was a wanted man, a wanted man Runnin' with my gun in hand, gun in hand They don't wanna see the wanted man, the wanted man Comin' through with the gun in hand, the gun in hand Damn Lord have mercy