Lord Have Mercy

　　Lord Have Mercy-Schoolboy Q

　　Preacher told me don't set trip on a Sunday

　　Knowing damn well that there'll

　　get you laid Monday

　　Lord have mercy

　　Please Heaven's mercy

　　Lord have mercy

　　Please Heaven's mercy

　　Na-na-na na-na na-na

　　Never ever ever get caught

　　tellin' on my niggas

　　I'm a gangbanger

　　deadbeat father and drug dealer

　　When the money and fame gone

　　tell me who stayin' with you

　　Runnin' from God's creation

　　Shakin' these broken hands

　　and meetin' with blank faces

　　Snake eyes keepin' my back achin'

　　Dirty habits of rappin' and bein' savage

　　Still hangin' with niggas

　　that can't do nothin' but cause damage

　　Guess I'm bein' a real nigga

　　like I'm 'posed to be

　　But bein' real never once bought

　　the groceries and

　　Top told me keep rappin'

　　you'll make it hopefully

　　And hope was all that I needed

　　dreamin' myself to work

　　This workin' affair was better

　　than bullet holes in my shirt

　　The demons hate when you make it

　　and stay alive

　　They'd rather see me down under

　　than see me fly

　　Lord have mercy!

　　Lord have mercy

　　Please Heaven's mercy

　　Lord have mercy

　　Please Heaven's mercy

　　They say I was a wanted man

　　a wanted man

　　Runnin' with my gun in hand

　　gun in hand

　　They don't wanna see the wanted man

　　the wanted man

　　Comin' through with the gun in hand

　　the gun in hand

　　Damn

　　Lord have mercy