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that time comes, Ima keep watch (Ima keep watch)
Saints are united, we post on the block (Post on the block)
Demons beware, Devil prepare
For the Armies

goofies build and destroy
All y'all party too much, man I just chill and record
No fillers, you feel it now if you ain't feel it before
Yes Lord
Try

The belt and the gold
Bitch run it up
Run it up
ILL's here the new bad guy
Top rope swag yeah that's high fly
Tips that hit home I spit drive bys
Cause I'm

it's comes with death
Fell in love men I really neeed a check
Play your card you might end with the deck
Talking gangsta gonna end up get you stretch

are shortcoming as I chase the long run
I ain't overdosed with the confidence
I used to never write with the boldness
Still I rise with the saints when

this money we acquaint
With your blood we finger paint
Imma motherfuckin saint
Why you always fuckin hate
That bitch be licking my taint
Her pussy good,

shake you to your core 
Like person wey forget everything inside exam Hall
You see this kind of questions you no fit choose to ignore
Like reflex

fuckin' burn I'll see your ass at the gates 

Call me hades 
Sittin' in the back of an all black Mercedes
Flow is cold 
Soul is Sold
Why you always acting

know you listen to my music when he not around
I ain't even flexing I'm just doing me
Now you looking back like why you screwed with me
Couple thousand

just go out and shoot
So how the f*** I get played by you I wasn’t coming for you
You the truth I hate you lied though
Truth be told I really wish I made

Back in 2010 I was enchanted indeed
A chance meeting outstripped the lot of them
PSR 730
Not quite gold or carved of wood but
By the grace of God

enough from me, I'ma just stunt, I'ma stunt
Fuck it, cop the brand new Saint Laurent
I'ma cop it
Stop all that capping, you ain't talking about what you're

get money
In the bathroom fuck that bitch she moaning moaning
A em gee I slide but she gone by morning
And shoutout to the whole club
Shoutout

by the saints
And the demented it's simple, but so complex
Nothing like a condo, I would put the nine to your chest

You a rondo, pronto, from Baton

codes
That's the fucking problem
There was never one of those
They want me to fall
Only took one call
I'll never understand it
Feel like Saint they did me

Time goes on by and I don't know why I try
Digging deeper I guess I'll be holding onto the in between
Lying to myself so I seem alright
Alright
I'm

Toca's Intro [Album Version]

Tony Touch

The Piece Maker

2000

to your ear

[Intro: Bonz Malone]
I pledge allegiance and have to brag
About the united weights in America
And to this republic, for which we dance

Piece by Piece imma get there just like a rubix
These bars a ruthless I just hope I don't lose this
These girls in my lane got me swerving
They see

real for them lames (lames)
I was always bout my change (change)
Four solo albums in, still doin' my thang, what the fuck is you sayin'?
Y'all niggas

finessed a painting and my rent paid
Fuck getting by
Got less time for getting high
These hoes ain't on hourly
These ain't allowed to be
Small circle still

competition I'd grab a hold of my belt
I spit a bar like I'm Kendrick then hold a note like Adele
So why not treat the top like homecoming and go by myself
I

And let it loose And quit playing duck-duck-goose
Figure out what you want to be and chase your dreams
Never let obstacle stories be the last Rise with

Verse 1:

Capitalistic mental tryna grip 

Everyone beyond definition of 

Insanity people wanting pain 

To end strap your mind to the 

Cavalry

church shoes
You go into a different lane and they swerve you

That's why I'm higher than a plane getting bird flu
My name universal, etched in stone
I