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Toosii - Psalm 51 Lyrics

[Intro]
(Kim J ballin' on these hoes, huh?)
(Ayo, Pluto, you going brazy)
(Oh yeah, Berki, this the one right here)
Hmm, yeah, uh

[Chorus]
Gotta have mercy on me, I been hangin' out the coupe, forgettin' to pray
The sun out, I might go Jordan 6 with the J's
And my main homie kinda wild, he be quick with the fade
I tell him chill, I brought cutters, I be quick with the blade
Gotta have mercy on my soul, I'll take you there
Gotta have mercy on my soul, I swear
Gotta have mercy on my soul, I swear
'Cause where I come from, swear it get cold out there
And we ain't make it to the league, but we gotta let that heat bang, hmm
I gotta heart but I'll put it up on eBay
I'd go crazy listening to he say she say
Gotta put the man above first 'cause that's who we praise

[Verse 1]
Bad bitch but she ain't nothin' like my last hoe
And it's true what they say, shit I'm an asshole
I done made it out the gutta, got my granny glad so
Nigga fuck your opinion, I'm a true trap soul
And I still will let it bang, I'm with the same niggas
Gang members, grave diggers
We'll hit your block and hit your main hitters
I know Rell probably be mad, if he found out that I paid hitters
You know whe I do the hittin' up, I had to let Dre get 'em
Tryna get rich off bodies
Still tryna click up with the opps, no paparazzi
I can't believe that they said, that they gon' pop me
The top recruit in my city, nigga who gon' top me?
I just bought a demon, just so I could go high speed

[Chorus]
Gotta have mercy on me, I been hangin' out the coupe, forgettin' to pray
The sun out, I might go Jordan 6 with the J's
And my main homie kinda wild, he be quick with the fade
I tell him chill, I brought cutters, I be quick with the blade
Gotta have mercy on my soul, I'll take you there
Gotta have mercy on my soul, I swear
Gotta have mercy on my soul, I swear
'Cause where I come from, swear it get cold out there
And we ain't make it to the league, but we gotta let that heat bang, hmm
I gotta heart but I'll put it up on eBay
I'd go crazy listening to he say she say
Gotta put the man above first 'cause that's who we praise

[Verse 2]
Verse 2, I got this title out the Bible
Like I said I bought a demon, I know Hell want a arrival
I'ma chill on this verse
Still wonderin' what song gon' hit first
Clutchin' so much, it's turned to a flaw, my hip hurt
But it's still whatever with that side, we can get up
And I know it's bad but until they die, we can't give up
You gotta understand when they slide, they tried to hit us
And my homie a rude boy, he catch a body, tell 'em big up
They speak on karma but we be that
I lay where the heat at (Uh), I say where the heat at
Spin the block and do a relap
Tryna take my mind off the drama, popped a Perc, I can't relapse
When I forget to pray to God sometimes, I feel like He mad

[Chorus]
Gotta have mercy on me, I been hangin' out the coupe, forgettin' to pray
The sun out, I might go Jordan 6 with the J's
And my main homie kinda wild, he be quick with the fade
I tell him chill, I brought cutters, I be quick with the blade
Gotta have mercy on my soul, I'll take you there
Gotta have mercy on my soul, I swear
Gotta have mercy on my soul, I swear
'Cause where I come from, swear it get cold out there
And we ain't make it to the league, but we gotta let that heat bang, hmm
I gotta heart but I'll put it up on eBay
I'd go crazy listening to he say she say
Gotta put the man above first 'cause that's who we praise