MERCY

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Ey, ey

Check, yuh, hey, look

It's always something, I make something out of nothing

Y'all be out of touch, and that must be a touchy subject

Started a king, like DeMarcus Cousins

I don't know what the fuss is, my career's illustrious

No exaggeration, the devil talking like backwards

Playing records, stating naked hate

Diss track, break your concentration, take it every morning

Northwest touring in Seattle storming

While I'm blazing trails up in Portland, racing Porsche's

Said I'm blazing but I'm just getting warm

Shifted out of gear and is it crooked when I'm parking said I'm heating up

Can't just drive right after you started

Confused what to do with this like Monopoly free parking, I'm off it

And I ain't got no mercy for nobody

I ain't got no mercy for nobody, it's all me, it's all me

I'm the shooter, and the driver

I ain't got no mercy for nobody, ay

I'm probably playing Pokemon Go with Monty

Drinking turkish coffee in Dubai heat

Coming back to America, I'm King Joffrey

Tried to block me, you can't stop me forever remain oddly

Coming back down broadway, dog how could you fault me?

Shawty got a Lauren, that's killing me softly

She keep on calling

I'm falling, what's heaven's creation process of a goddess? I'm pondering

Hearts may break if you fall out of pocket, I'm honest

Dear mama, I've been wilding like I'm Pac, it's a problem

Even worse, I feel like I'm Pac, cause I was conscious, I drive a stealth fighter

I'm the builder and the pilot

They may recognize me as royalty amidst my highness

I picture scripts and synthesize what I've been visualizing

Don't get offended, just don't kill my vibe or my excitement

Keep your hands where my eyes can see

We don't want no surprises, I'm mad nice

But I ain't got no mercy for nobody

I ain't got no, I ain't got no mercy for nobody

It's all me, it's all me, I'm the shooter and the driver, yuh

I ain't got no mercy for nobody, yuh, yuh, ey, yuh

I think it's perfect timing, this one here is special for you

I keep it personalized, my girl worth more than priceless diamonds

I had to step it up, you could test or press your luck

Go wrap it, my credit extra, see they show respect to us

He ain't teaching the same lesson that your professor was

You could test or press your luck

Dancing with the devil, she electra in red dresses

Like she Jennifer or Jessica, Jessica or Jennifer

Could've been them both together, but uh

I tell her, Roger, that I won't contest

She confess her love, she better holla facts

I'm focused on my health and stuff

We still smoke the best and we still throw that West Coast gesture up

Nothing less than professional, what else you expect from us?