I was broke as fuck, down up on my ass Had the lowest luck, used to ride the bike up to the store I need a Rover truck, a Bentley coupe Yeah, I'm wearin' Prada, I like Fendi too
RNP Lyrics: One of y'all niggas gon' be fuckin' with me / I got two bad bitches gon' be rubbin' my feet / I got three young niggas down to bust out the heat / And all y'all ain't got nothin
Momma's Hood Lyrics: Yeah, uh, yeah / Yeah, uh / I was riding through my momma's hood, rollin' in Jeep / I ain't playin' with you niggas, boy, I'm playin' for keeps / Fuck you pussy ass niggas tryna
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.
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.