Lord Have Mercy OG Maco

[Intro]
We don't want nothing but some money
We don't want nothing but a shot
We tired shooting at niggas

[Verse 1]
Lord have mercy
At turkey thanksgivings, grandma use to own the kitchen
Things was so simple
These adjust my thoughts, they was trying to hand my setenece
The more I had mercy, bless the judge a victim
Young and tripping bad decisions with the best intentions
Though he getting money, money never changed is vision
Absolute precision, look at all these hiss I'm getting
And they didn't know it's cause these pussies never
Knew my business
Such a cold and different chest covered old chinchilla
Floor smothered in the scrilla from my prior visit
Parely tires four garages and my L.A living
And it's all real, really I just paint the picture
I'll come back in scribbles tiny fiddles for these niggas
This your sad ending, I'm like revolution fuck a lucy
Straight doobys
Fake players and I'm drunk trynna' take the coochie
One a mclaren but the loop a made in a hooptie