Can't fuck me over, boy, I'm too clever. That applies all to whoever. I'm just here to pursue pleasure. Boy, I'm goin' out like Hugh Hefner. [Chorus] Sweet Lord, please have mercy. Baby Jesus, please save us. I know I used up my three favors. Back to sinnin' like a week later.
On “Have Mercy,” Cordae displays his lyrical dexterity over a flute-laced instrumental while asking for mercy due to his transgressions. This could also be an indirect subtle warning to his musical peers.