Lyrics:
for nades
Nigga, I said it before my chest, let me say it now
Got me thinkin' loud, what's life about
Okay, I see it, I get it, there's some tics in
issues and tell me on a whim
If you at least stick to the word on what's primary and what's true
'Cause I'm trying to obey the scripture where the author
Oh when my lord calls me home again.
Oh when the saints go marching in,
When the saints go marching in
I tell you something I'm gonna be I'm gonna
need a stepping stone
I guess we're on our own, ain't that a bitch though?
Tell me the truth or tell me a lie
Tell me what I gotta say to get outta
Girl I know that you ain't ever had a real one
Baby lets go have some fun
Baby tell me what you want
Put you in that Saint Laurent
Girl I know that
the game Annie
Call me saint
The boy insane
We run the game
We not the same
I been on this shit for way too long my G'
Never caught in crossfire I'm from
in the bank & take it out
Only L I'm holding is some Loud, can you hear me now
These bitches be actin' like they winnin tell 'em take a bow
I'm just
at night
A lot of people might laugh at this
But fuck 'em they don't know the half of it
Ain't no sunshine when you're low
I'm low
People tell me
something I would never be
Boy I was raised in the Church it's apart of me
It's been imparted in me yea ima saint
Ima fan of the saints you know how these
Japanese Sage Darby?
No, sir
You do have some cheese, do you?
Of course, sir, it's a cheese shop, sir, we've got
No, no, don't tell me, I'm keen to guess
the Saints
(Saint)
We just got back from the bank
(Bank)
Tell a bitch stay in her lane
I left stains on her face
But I don’t entertain
Tell me a soul good
bruh,
Not to mention ona mission,
Let's see what the semi does,
I need a pick me up,
Tell Brittney to pick me up,
I don't mean to be too picky,
Nikki must
I'm still a saint
Tired of chasing freedom, some things feel so strange
Stop looking at me like I'm gonna lead the way
Searching for the light
of heaven!
When my TIIIIME is heaven-sent!
Bangin on the gates of heaven!
Saint PETER come and let me in
Well I've been bangin on the gates!
Bangin
Hey Saint Peter give me cloud number nine
And tell my daddy that Jr's on the line
Oh please Lord someday I'll be
A talkin' to you i wanna speak man
me down there She wants some luvin'
Need 2 duplicate myself by the dozen
But u gotta go home, u gotta husband
She don't wanna dance wit me, can tell
hard, up against all odds, I play my cards
Like I'm jailin', shots hittin' up my spot like midnight rains hailin'
Got me bailin' to stacks more green
They told me I can talk my shit now
I done did alot
On my lone tho
JayWin
Young nigga done came up
By my lonely
Real nigga never changed up
put your phone down
Only the saints of hell can tell
Only the saints of hell can tell
You’d promised me you would end it in goodbye
But I guess your
his girl tryna chose
I been tryna slide in my muh fucking lane
Tell me what it is I want the world to know my name
Been doing it by myself getting hard
for revenge
I'm not a saint
Don't have a clean slate
Killed by overprotection
'Cause you underestimate me
What gives you the right to call me naive?
I
Yeah, fuck with me and get some money (ayy)
Yeah, fuck with G and get some money
No limit, I'm a fucking soldier, ayy
Always lit, yeah I'm never
Billionaire Vito
The money follow everywhere that we go
Champagne please
Life is good (Let me tell you bout it)
I made it out the hood (Let me tell
some way, we gon' fail
And it ain't hard to tell, we dwell in hell
Trapped, black, scarred and barred
Searching for truth, where it's hard to find God
I
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