PriceTag - Lord Have Mercy lyrics

[Verse 1: Hit-Boy] Lord have mercy, I ain't showin' no mercy Murderous thoughts since I made 20 off my first beat Before Hit was, nervous on stage at Bercy Clique shoes, the game tried to do me dirty HS87 look at the back of my jersey We closin' in on a opposition thirty I'm on my shift early Throwin' ingredients in a sauce pan, whippin' House Of Hits from head to toe just to pop off, drippin' Aquafina water with the top off, get it? Me and Quentin, both lucky Our clique name end with a 7 Amazing how they lettin' sh** this good goin' old It's only makin' me more focused, f** 'em we ball [Hook: Quentin Miller] Lord have mer- Lord have mer- Lord have mercy, I ain't showin' no mercy After HTAL3 the price surging 1-3-1-7 I put it first and HS87 tighter than virgins [Verse 2: Quentin Miller] We both rap but I'm the better version Not ashamed the Renald came with insurance Lord have mercy, I ain't showing no mercy Hats, snares and kicks from Hit hurts 'em You can't sleep forever, I let you rest You girl thought about me and said better yet The fuelband and counting for every step I hit the track and turn it to Grand Theft Five stars, my bars, they can't catch me Turned down a lot of your favorite rappers I don't need nobody, I wouldn't lie You ain't heard nobody that brought it to you in this fashion Since Push from way back when Ask Cam where the ticket, we taxing Ask Cas [?] hit, we taxing We had to take the game, f** asking They thought that they could get rid of me actually I'm hearing they got to live off me actually Lord have mercy, can't let 'em relax me No mercy n***a it's a wrap man [Hook: Quentin Miller] Lord have mercy, I ain't showin' no mercy After Zoomin' 2 the price surging 1-3-1-7 I put it first and HS87 tighter than virgins [Verse 3: Price] I'm heaven sent, never been scared of sh** bone crushing taught me Presidents on me, presidential don't need a car key Beep beep Speakin' of car keys, don't you start me, get off me Soon as you said "we" that's where you lost me, ooh So don't a**ociate me with the broke and flaky You nothin' close to greatness you supposed to hate me Lord have mercy I'm stuck in this sh** While you was stuck to a b**h, I stuck to the script Free my mind, got on the grind and put my trust in my clique Me and my pen went overtime there ain't no luck with the sh** Lord have mercy, heard he f**ed with the first week I'm from where n***as get DP'd if they verse weak My new shawty got more a** than church seats I came with Miller I ain't talkin' bout Percy 23 roses in the club don't let 'em search me You versus me, you just a earthling - I'm a God, you never heard me Fall back [Hook: Quentin Miller] Lord have mercy, I ain't showin' no mercy After Zoomin' 2 the price surging 1-3-1-7 I put it first and HS87 tighter than virgins