Lyrics:
the brothers drinking St. Ides
I'm linked with fam
Partaking in the Saints wine
If you got your name in the book life
Say I
Standing in the gap
So you don't fall
I bet I rise, when He crack the sky
And His saints go up
That feel you feel, when He in the mist
In that prayer circle, that's triumph
Wit Jesus,
Yeah
I'm a king
Feeling a way
Living it day by day
Don't you invade my space
Would never see it
Cause people just take and take
But never could take
Saint E Babe you know how the matters then be beautiful people
Get the muller y'all i go by the name Mode6ixx once again babe Insane
Ajo anuuuu
Men
off
Never did no wrong so why the fuck they hate me?
Promise I don't try to do no wrong
Eating so the jeans Yves Saint Laurent
Try to make amends but
What the thin line between being a saint and a sinner
The endless desires to at all cost be the winner
Dent a life, end another
I guess the line
surrounded by new faces
Lot of hundreds, call em Ben, ain't a Saint but I ain't Franklin
Yankee fitted, this my city, and this seat ain't for the taking
Told
swore I'd never need
Don't talk to me I'm driving can't you see I'm in the lead
Some treat me like a saint as if some clout could make you rich
I'm
say,
I'm hyper-fixating on expressions and the look on your face,
And why does everybody try to be autistic these days?
Just for aesthetic and a little
Word to Cole, if they don't know your dreams, then they can't shoot em down
But my dreams are being hunted by these vicious hounds
Turn around, watch
lived by the sword, and become a demon man
they call me Regicide
killer of saints, black headless knight
the gates of hell are always open to me, I will
me
And nigga this my third song telling y'all it ain't two of me
The same ones I love could be the ones that end up shooting me
And they better make
through the track
Crying out for help
Anxious paranoid and always looking back
But he had my back
Thoughts in my mind
Why you put me here? What's my
ain't gone do all this dollar for penny
Don't send me
I wash all you bitches away with the Remy
Curse all you leaches
Don't try to come near me
Covered by
when I do land
My table full and my team sturdy
Diamond studded, OG Percy
Niggas wanted my knee early
Saint a factor, they flee surely
Need your whore
passing your way
Instead of acting like you care
You turn and walk away
Won't somebody tell me the reason why
Repeat Chorus 2Xs
the strength of my God, That?s why we go this hard, Reality is setting in Satan flee to the direction the sun setting in, Saints stand up Jesus coming back its
So ya my momma made me but hip hop raised me
[Classified:]
My favorite rap album ever
Jeeze, let me see
Somewhere in between blueprint by Jay-Z
stopped by a million men
Finally to out-father your dad
Even I will never know what's next
Even I will never place no bet
Wait and see what the brain
and downwards
Soon enough y'all are suit 'em up hour
All these sunburn put the beat louder
Your chick, what about her?
Bitch, yeah, pludder sex in the mouth
to the angel eye, and paint pictures
With a pen, for the saints that die
Why you happy go lucky, off of record label lies
I make, rebel music, verse
to the angel eye, and paint pictures
With a pen, for the saints that die
Why you happy go lucky, off of record label lies
I make, rebel music, verse
exposed
I'm marching like a saint
I'm the shape the can of paint that night
Bear your ink the shape I write
Blare you seek the shade
I trace the tracks
Sounds like a scam sometimes though
So here I stand
Crossing hands, a man trying to understand
Whose book of plans should I follow
If they're written by
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