Mercy

Fuck who you came with (fuck 'em), all these guns be blazin' (blazin')
I told 'em this is war now, remember all your trainin' (word)
My chamber waitin', no time for patience
Front-line slaughter, lines be cravin', true marauder, I get to raidin'

I want the blood, slice with the blade
Marks on my face, fight for the days
They run away, keep up the chase
Do not behave, I am enraged

This my last hope, drawn' all measures (word)
Crash course, leave your treasure (word)
Mad dog, keep your head up
Fight night, now or never (ayy)

I told 'em I'd fight for this, I told 'em I'd die for this
This that wrong or right, but I like that righteousness
Through all the tiredness, throw me into that fire pit
Flames rise in the times I get lost in my environment

R.I.P., I'm 'bout to go
God have mercy on my soul

From the top of the sky, parachutin', I'm pullin' the line
Overseein' that battlefield, I'm the general, my war cry
Louder than ever, I'm 'bout to endeavor
I got my troops, we lighter than feathers
Movin' through trenches, breakin' defenses
Bullets flyin', we sendin' a message (message)

No Morse code needed, we fightin', we bleedin' (bleedin')
Through all the seasons, they tried to break me like we talkin' treason (yes sir)
We on a rush 'cause we don't miss and that's a must
'Cause if we miss, then we turn to dust
Throwin' fists, we take the punch, mm (ayy)

I told 'em I'd fight for this, I told 'em I'd die for this
This that wrong or right, but I like that righteousness
Through all the tiredness, throw me into that fire pit
Flames rise in the times I get lost in my environment

R.I.P., I'm 'bout to go
God have mercy on my soul



Credits
Writer(s): Samuel Reed Vogel, Tyron Takaha Hapi, Harry Michael
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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