D-a-d - Black mercy

Whipping it fast in the Mercy (Yuh)
Car all black like Shuri (Yuh)
Paint job clean, ride dirty (Yuh)
And I'm all in my bag like Birkin (Yuh)
Bad ting twerking, blurring up my vision, now I'm tripping
Puffing the endo, fogging the window, smoking on black widow
More boredom than stardom, four lines of some star dust
Two bottles of some Dusse and a stripper with a booty
Put it all together, that's the perfect concoction
But this lifestyle still have me feeling nauseous
I think I'm 'bout to yak off these lines of the yak
Sipping Jack with my nigga Zack and we in the back
Gimme that, sipping lean in the 'lac, snap a flick
You in awe, lock ya jaw like Kodak
Young, wild, reckless, young while restless
Sleeping in the stars, eating galaxies for breakfast
God tatted on me, treat it as a name tape
It's my fate with a full plate, cut the work like steak
In a Mercy, color Negro, pieced up like Lego
Ferrari in the background and Space Coupe my next flow
Can't stop, won't stop 'til I get the band in my hand
With the work with my other hand
I'm the man
Please tell me, do you understand?
Stirring the pot, no dishes
Making bad decisions
She let my peter park her, man I love these freaky bitches
She rocking my chain for the drip
Say that she loving the freeze
Leaving a stain on her lip
Say that she don't want to leave
I think she love me, want to be my cuddle buddy
But I only want the money and these diamonds on my knuckles
Get the ice and now I'm frio, pockets lined up with dinero
Knuckles white like Al Pacino, might go cop an El Camino
Just to pull out, hop out, show out
Fashion nova when I go out
New girl got herself a blow out
Give her gems that look like coca
Looking like the future 'cause I really am the plug
Giving dope D, yeah one hit will have you stuck
Living like a rock, rock, rockstar
Pick her up then pull her over like a cop car
Flashing lights
It's too bright
Diamonds on my neck colored yellow, black, and white
Paper over pussy, groupie hoes don't impress me
Forgiato on the Mercy, whip looking sexy
Black bull bezeled, hella diamonds on my necklace
Hair trigger on the pistol so please don't test me
Can't stop, won't stop 'til I get the band in my hand
With the work with my other hand
I'm the man
Please tell me, do you understand?
Black Mercy

Writers: Nirobe Fleming

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