Mercy Fridayy (Ft. Byron Messia)

[Intro]
Ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh
Ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh
Ooh

[Pre-Chorus: Fridayy]
If I say I got it all together, just know I'm lying
I’m from a place we don't make it out
Too many niggas dyin'
Truth is, I ain’t better than the next man, but you know I'm tryin'
Woah-oh

[Chorus: Fridayy]
Have mercy on me, me
Have mercy on me
Have mercy on me
Have mercy on me (Oh), me
Have mercy on me
Have mercy on me

[Verse: Byron Messia]
Have mercy pon me
When mi touch e road just fi kill di enemies
'Cause mi have dat cold Fahrenheit, Celsius bеlow ten degrees
Best bеlieve, sixteen released, a kill bwoy
We been a chat more than a press release
Mi head sicker than a STD
Mi jus a do what's best fi mi
Blood a spill like Hennessy
Full a money, Guyanese gold, dat a mek a fella pree
Di Glocks dem up, mi start dem up fi shot you up, I make them chop you up
Boy nah go reachin' and di ambulance a wrap em up
Brand new AR weh mi get from mi dawg
Haffi mek people scatter when dat a buss
Have mercy pon me
Mi nah thug it in di streets, I'm a juvenile teen
Tell me weh di fuck, if yuh know how it feel
Well, yuh cyaan get to me, love siblings for free