Saint

You change emotions like Maryland weather Preach devotion then switch lanes Cause speeding is better I've learned from HOV That no one controls you And be smart in your business ventures And always go with your gut Even friends could get you set up It's crazy to think But trust me its real A lot of niggas get mad And try to short you on a deal Or take your life for a pill Then pop a perc for the pain Go insane Then complain cause they stuck with their inner visions Blinded by greed Then wonder why Lady Luck missed them Get boxed inside their actions And confined by a mental prison See you ruth Chris and That's a a small plate to me Thats more of a prom date Im Michelin star tipping The waiter cause hard times out here And I won't stress Cause I could be in his position Getting shorted on a fat check or Work on a collab And only get paid on the back end With no percentage on the sale Shit is tragic Listen dawg I ain't the preaching type Some people will cross a line For a high then feel the heat Just like preachers wife Reminiscing bout that Huston night Seeing stars aligned Had me thinking hard bout a rappers life But so far its hype I know she's not here in the physical But still she's here to guide me Like the northern lights Roll one for prophet and Jerrell Shit I'm blessed by three angels Ain't no way I could fail I might as well go gadget like They might inspect me for cheating Cause ain't no way this niggas nice Like who'd he get to write Yeah aight I get it I'm not the artsy type Shit, I might as well get a desk job And forfeit my life Yeah, lucky me I might as well Tell you fuckers who the hell I be They even try to test your sole Like a fresh pair of kicks with a scuff or crease Then get mad when you search for inner peace