Lyrics:
the Dynasty by being one of the realest niggas out
Way beyond a Reasonable Doubt (Y'all can't fill my shoes)
From my Blueprint beginnings 'til that Black
the Dynasty by being one of the realest niggas out
Way beyond a Reasonable Doubt (Y'all can't fill my shoes)
From my Blueprint beginnings 'til that Black
no sci-fi horror
Walk by today, drive-by tomorrow
Talk hype, get blazed, why do you bother?
You've been wally since Tim Tam Tommy
Go raves
Get paid but
Y'all gonna do a whole cat album? Cat album
Damn
Motherfuckers start bringing their cats to
The tour bus and shit meow-meow-meow-meow
ever know
Unless by your grace you decide to show
By offering you all, mind body and soul
through divine union, one becomes whole
Just to see and touch
ever know
Unless by your grace you decide to show
By offering you all, mind body and soul
Through divine union, one becomes whole
Just to see and touch
about the states
I make a hot album, you get a verse on other nigga's tapes
Your first mistake's your worst mistake
Trying to eat and survive off
of all her guilt and rid of all her shame
And known by her true name and it's why I sing
Your praise will ever be on my lips, ever be on my lips
Your
flowers with every new played chord...why don't you listen by now
Yeah, we are the Blooming Saints, uhuh
Yeah, we are the Blooming Saints, alright mama
my nindo, never switch up
And if we bettin' I would take the over on your bitch up
Under me
That's why you're a son to me
Heard you left her in
the Saint arrives at last
Refrain from these chains in your mind
Take a little time just to recognize
You're stuck in oblivion, missing the clues
Fooled by
of your time
Have you been hurt by chance?
Cause I can’t understand
As to why you’re reinventing romance
Deep sighs and quick stabs of anguish
Burnt
and no gender
Others got pussy that sell they don't play by no rules
Fuck with me why cause I'm honest
Ain't with the stunning I say it they know I'll do
on your face, and act like
This shit ain't getting to you
It's draining
It's crazy! That's why so many artists go
On drugs or become alcoholics when
I was
let it blink, nigga, I don't think (oh)
Your hood Titanic, we gon' make that shit sink (straight up)
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been
checkers moves calculated to my future saints
It looking up for niggas, I do this with grace
Next time y'all say I'm trash
You look me in the face
And try
tryna visit
Tired of people acting like I won a lotto ticket
I'm still gon' get it by any means
I'm still gon' get it by any means
I'ma go get it by any
and your excellence
and our saint served him well, as a worrier, and the keeper of hell
but sometimes he would wonder why the devil should need any help?
so
walk like you're needed
I walk like a champion, walk like a saint
I'm just like an artist but noise is my paint
This album's my masterpiece, look close
a bane date
I put a gun to my insane face
That way your loving hearts I can't break
I tell 'em (I'm not a saint,) no, (oh my Lord)
I'm crying out
y'all
Have yo' ass holy and resemblin Spongebob
Like an old album, you happen to come for us
You guys get dust off
It's the young boss, show you what
paint
Day by day
Deciding to go hard
Man of the hour 24/7
Yeah I hope y'all learned y'all lesson
Spent all your time trynna' block my blessings
Now I'm
young, black and wealthy
Them all went ghost when it was time to help me
Now is El Saint Louis on y'all speakers
Stay in your zone cheap talking like you
Hey hey you
Welcome yeah welcome
Welcome to my album man
Mom always told me read books
Ever since I was a kid I never minded my looks
I was always
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