Have Mercy Young Roddy (Ft. Smoke DZA & Trademark Da Skydiver)

[Verse 1: Young Roddy]
Might break her heart, I tell her what I really did
Block on fire but I'm chilly chill
On the real, I could take your wheels, really real
Try tell her one day I'ma be a millionaire
Slip up, get caught, get 100 years
Tough love made his mom cry 100 tears
Yeah, the niggas get loud or they gone and
It's me against the real, yeah I'm all in
In the bank smelling like Bob Marley
Told my girl I'd be home in the morning
I was back now it's gone get the money
My side bitch, that's a whole 'nother story
Not to many niggas make it out New Orleans
Never hating, if they did I applaud 'em
Stay safe yeah the feds, they recording
I'm hood rich, still rocking Air Forces
All I know is while they crossing coffins
All I see is second lines in coffins
Phone ringing off the hook, they calling
Trap phones stay jumping like Jordan
Niggas bag up bricks on the regular
Niggas emptying them clips on a regular
Bunch of cowboys ride with they heads low
When a good nigga get killed that's f'ed up
Probably why them niggas hearts stay frozen
No love for a bitch like Goldie
Hoes tell me I'm a dog like Rover
From the hood where the cops stay patrolling
Glenwood with the rats and the roaches
Call the plug, get them packs up in motion
On the block with the snakes and the vultures
Bust the Tre, yeah my life a rollercoaster
Back to the hood like I never left it
Cops pull us over, ask 21 questions
Living up in Hell, wonder will I get to Heaven?
Lost in the sauce, asked God for directions
Bait the bill, give it to the reverend
I don't give a fuck feeling like Machiavelli
Trapped and I trapped and trapped in the belly
Yeah, the beast where them young niggas selling