Lyrics:
Son Mercedes

it This for you Thank God I found you Let's show the world you're my golden girl, when we shoppin' They see us on the streets, they say, "Son, scooped

Have mercy on me Oh God according to Your love Cleanse me from my iniquity wash me from my sin Bridge Against You only have I done this sin and worked

And I've been lightin' fire Eye is sobbing so weak Life's caught up with me I am too tired to run My motivation's yawning The light is never dawning

, I can only trust mine Soldiers in position all on the front line Don't make a move till I give them the sign Known as the poetical, lyrical, miracle son

princeway Yo its war states bein breeded through the streets of V.A. Close your eyes mom your legacy will never fade away Drift away.. [Chorus] {{Myalansky}} Eh yo son

while we ridin' blazed Put the chopper on the pussy in the driveway Bet the house on the youngen 'n' we got paid Triple colors on the bikes 'n' the new Mercedes

sockets and babies, possums, raccoons, and rabies Maybe lady luscious oba kaybee so they say thee An old school playa pimp type ass nigga like tony Mercedes

Oh, you already know what it is We got anotha one, boy, ATL (Just throw it in the bag) Wassup Brooklyn? Wassup son? Wassup Fabo? Hey man, I got that black

to? Have my money or we gon hunt you Clak clak show you what the gun do My murder game like a Roy Jones one, two Now when the funds due who still gonna front you Son