Saint
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Niggas gonn' say shit Like voisxzz, you ain't on top, I hear that a lot Well these niggas so basic From a birds eye view, you try to stop me You dead, I'm a motherfucking raven Can't take me I'm patient Nigga I'm waiting Got guns in the back, and I ain't playing Got shooters who're mute, can't say shit Nigga they can't be bothered, don't say shit Block go stupid, whole shit brazy Hopped in too, Pop pop pop Face me Whole scene looking like a shot, Scorsese Man, you fucked with the wrong one Opp is a gone one Past tense, nigga he lost he forgotten bout Yeah blood without a doubt Bodies on the floor so much that I cannot count Nigga be about it now All eyes on the nigga who talking shit Who making threats I'll keep it a g, keep it low-key Bags on your head You talking that shit, you made your bed Lay on your bed Hands gotta be clean But I got some niggas who ain't scared of the dirt You are now food for the birds Holy ghost saint, you better be scared Wolf pack howling all night at the herds Nigga you sheep you going to shred Dead Niggas gonn say shit But, I don't care about them You hating on me now that's your problem However, you f*ck with me wrong Now that's a problem and I'm going to solve em Leave a nigga dead, eyes open The beast awoken Surprise motherfucker you frozen Your bitch was the trojan You try to get lit in your glass was some poison Glass to the face, Thor up his face, Odin Hopped in the G, shot up the block hunting Walked in his home, glock in my hand, 40 Got all his homies Dead men tell no tales, keep the ghost talking Funerals here, acid in his coffin Cross to the chest, cocktail mixed with something Mask all up, niggas looking like its covid Scene smoked up the pigs ain't finding no prints All eyes on the nigga who talking shit Who making threats I'll keep it a g, keep it low-key Bags on your head You talking that shit, you made your bed Lay on your bed Hands gotta be clean But I got some niggas who ain't scared of the dirt You are now food for the birds Holy ghost saint, you better be scared Wolf pack howling all night at the herds Nigga you sheep you going to shred Dead All eyes on the nigga who talking shit Who making threats I'll keep it a g, keep it low-key Bags on your head You talking that shit, you made your bed Lay on your bed Hands gotta be clean But I got some niggas who ain't scared of the dirt You are now food for the birds Holy ghost saint, you better be scared Wolf pack howling all night at the herds Nigga you sheep you going to shred Dead
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