Mercy Lyrics – AZ Chike

Read the full Mercy lyrics by AZ Chike from the album No Rest For The Wicked along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song.

[Intro: Erin Feniece]
No rest for the wicked
Ain't no rest for the wicked
Ain't no rest for the wicked
Ain't no rest for the wicked
Ain't no rest for the wicked
Ain't no rest for the wicked
Remember, Damaria, though a thousand may fall at your side
And ten thousand at your righthand side
No harm will come near you with God on your side
You cannot, you will not lose
Chin up, chest out, mwah
Love you, in God

[Verse]
I get quiet, n!ggas should get worried
'Cause I don't need dirt for me to get you buried
Enough ain't enough, get 'em rushed, get 'em hurried
Where I'm from, n!gga, you better be glad you made thirty
Yeah, I said a controller, I'm playing a long game
It's been a long time coming, growing pains
Right place, right time, don't die for the wrong things
It's like you get more money, n!ggas get more strange
Ten put M's on my plate, it's just fate
I'd be stupid not to move out the way
Black on black on a Wraith with black plates
There I go, make everything about race
Fu*k the dissing, but I am here to disrespect
N!ggas find theyself hating, well, it's kinda self-inflicted
Who you looking at? What's up with all that mad dogging?
B!tch, shut the fu*k up when the cash talking
Let's get real (Real), let's get serious
'Cause I really turn opps to experiments
That's me in your b!tch throat when she clearing it
A baby kangaroo out the blue, I ain't hearing it
All back fades (Back fades), get the Boosie cut
I'm geeked, popped the, uh, with orange juice just to boost it up

You gon' either tighten up or loosen up
Corny n!ggas tryna prove to us that they cool enough
I don't get it (I don't get it) and really don't care
Who the fu*k said that this life is fair?
Wanna watch shop, me and my b!tch get an icy pair
Got a cold look, yeah, give you that icy stare (Stare)
B!tch (B!tch), I love to get it in
Protect your neck, chest, face and your chin
I don't run from no n!gga, but my patience run thin
All I want is wins, like God bless me again
I speak through the music, there's enough, n!ggas tweeting
Make empty threats and doing s*it for no reason
We was here before the world got to see me through streaming
I was next before a GNX, just sad you couldn't see it
We back up in that bag, ain't we? (Bag, ain't we?)
N!ggas really think they it, playing tag, ain't he?
We back up on that one s*it
The ones with plain watches, matching pockets is the ones I'm having lunch with
I think it's best you look the other way you see me coming
Walk in this b!tch like I own it, we won't do no running
West Coast royalty, you won't pop out unless you summoned
Keep playing, I'll be your bad karma like you got it coming, mhm
Big n!ggas can get folded too (Folded too)
Legs crossed and arms folded case you roll through
Spirit fingers on the trigger, hope that vest soul-proof
Walk him down, clear mask, he like, "I know it's you"
Cool, mhm, yup
Yeah, I'm pretty sure I'm way more than they expect, mhm
Okay, that part
The torch being passed, my shoes tied, okay, mhm