William IV (feat. Lenox Hughes)

Yeah This stage ain't for beginners but I was there once Yeah, Yo, Uh Nah it ain't Christmas but that lady let me deck the halls Cramping in that spotlight, gotta get em stretchered off Too much zen you got the flim then I should feed you halls Bar bearing he Barbarian he like Peter Paul Let me switch it off Keep my energy I'll pay it soon Coming soon, little do I know I just fell in poon I kiss foreheads and send ya love and bring more bread I'm a saint, could take you where the Lords of live I pimp walk, voice echoing back this that Grinch talk High cheek bones up on that bike she look like jigsaw If I'm a Saint but the license say Christoph I don't want ya name anyway it got me pissed off I miss Grandma all them cross words and criss cross Called me Kris Kross Shoutout John Brown and get em wicked off I feel like straps on her shoulder when it slip off Don't mistake it for a taser when it blick off Uh just call me William IV And that's Lenny the Great They probably call me Your Grace Saint Uh just call me William IV And that's Lenny the Great They probably call me Your Grace Saint You see me in Versace They say the style Big Willie Shit you couldn't afford one of these cubans with the stimmy Just want a mansion so they smell my smoke from the chimney I need a Bentley with a license plate that say envy For them hating niggas that was oh so against me Now the only real friend I got his name is Benjy Vice grip on the mic now my flow tighter Spook my self with the bars hell of a ghost writer Me, Saint and Arkin have a blood like a Spartan Fuck around bullets gone tear apart ya cartilage See I don't really play games with this cartridge Been shooting since the Nintendo gun was orange Niggas on around here, don't go creeping through them apartments Get put in a vacant to die, don't get me started Big dog round this bitch broke right off the harness They rather me end the case so they could try to break my conscience Uh just call me William IV And that's Lenny the Great They probably call me Your Grace Saint Uh just call me William IV And that's Lenny the Great They probably call me Your Grace Saint Complete one-eighty Faithful to the music like it's one lady So why give her just one baby Future endeavors we ain't well off yet Be my Earth, just different way to spell Heart yeah Without He you Art still Using them ears wrong it get ya heart killed Meditate on rugs or the large quilts We getting money whether small or the large bills Just don't make it rain in a parched field Black beautiful Life just broadway with bad musicals She ran to the spot to get the usual Langston my cousin I'm with Lenox now Black as can be I never been this proud Shook hands in business now Just call me William IV And that's Lenny the Great They probably call me Your Grace Saint I know I know I know Hey Bill what's up it's your Grandson Chris I called knowing you wouldn't pick up but I decided to reach out anyway I know we didn't spend too much time together so I wanted to catch you up on a few Things For starters, I go by Saint and I've developed into a young Philosopher that dove heavily Into the art of music I've put in 10,000 hours and counting and I find myself challenging my way of thinking Everyday Recently I went searching for my roots and where I came from because I was lost Lost in a sense of not knowing what to do, not knowing where I came from and not Knowing who my fathers are I lacked guidance so tapping into our history has made me resolve that issue for the Most part My biggest joy these days are reading and writing and I recently came across your book That you wrote and titled, Why Not Me As much as this journey you depicted is about your walks in the Fashion and Beauty Industry I saw a lot of myself in those words you wrote Wish I would've read it earlier but l think it landed in my possession at the correct time Funny how life works You've become the muse for this project I have created called William IV If you're wondering, William IV is me Or what I could be Yeah, Yo, Uh Glad to say I'm the seed of pimps My bloodline I'm boutta reinvent Too many issues that be condensed I fixed the threshold the soul leaking in Now we got the right people peeking in No more locked doors Baby Joker on the screen again Gotta add humor to the horror this that best genre Yeah, we go way back like breast toddlers I know why you not the best father Only hard R in life is to get farther Yeah, It's only to get farther Yeah, Yeah, Yeah System got it we well placed Too many drugs give you a stale face Took away ya youth but it felt great Life a gamble but that's bet that you gone take I don't get it I mean do but that way forbidden I bet Doc want a cut cause he make incensions So why they ain't break us off when we made inventions It would kill em to the core if we made a living If mirrors too far remember ya hands black You in a mine field already yeah they planned that Uh I'm indigenous this my land scrap The hand was already dealt that's cause they ran class It's black power til my hand crack and then some Hospital without walls and we the sick ones It's a big percentage that you'll slip one A even greater percentage that you'll slip once The cycle on and on, Badu or taboo we all fragile So if l'm helping out it's cause I had too Uh, I don't know everything cause I ain't ask you You keep jumping off the cliff I really wanna catch you Just gotta get on the Peige with Satchel You five decades And I'm half of that Yeah, plus I always had ya back Saint, It's nothing after that