Psalm 51 Song Lyrics

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

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

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 gutter, 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