Lyrics
There ain't switching no sides
Turned your album off cause it ain't doing shit for my vibe
Niggas wake up in the morning and go pick a disguise
We be on Kenmare
Scrolling through the Michelin Guide
Even though I ain't the richest of guys
I check my bank account expecting all the digits to rise
Can't be too quick to decide
Don't let the truth be a hit to your pride
You ain't a boss you be asking for permission to slide
I got a gift that make it feel like Saint Nicholas died
A little frankincense and gold and the ribbon was tied
I'm still moving out of kindness
Though it isn't as wise
Cause in the end I'm still feeling like a villain inside
They showing out but we didn't subscribe
Me in the flesh
On the eve of my death I need my rib to survive
On my worst days shorty got me feeling alive
Feel like I'm looking at Aaliyah through Timbaland's eyes
For real
I can't thank you how you thank me
Plenty seats around the table and you drank free
I'm already who they told me that I can't be
Word to the letters in my chain stitch Yankee
I can't thank you how you thank me
Plenty seats around the table and you drank free
I'm already who they told me that I can't be
Word to the letters on my chain stitch
I don't second guess nothing if I jot it I said it
They take hand outs and act like they got it on merit
Gave them chance after chance
Now I gotta go dead it
Niggas never appreciate shit Yachty I get it
They said André moving funny then they got it from Eric
How I make your life a movie and I'm not in the credits
How the fuck I get dropped from the edits
I be confused
Pocket watching niggas clocking my deposits and debits
Bitch I'm bankroll fresh
You ain't about to find a crease on me
Make them move around like I had a lease on me
Walk in smelling like I got a leaf on me
Got me on Neptune like I had Kelis on me
It's all peace homie
We too grown for the bickering
The hoes could be listening
The hate started young they threw stones at my christening
I know I'm nothing like them I chose to be different
Saint
I can't thank you how you thank me
Plenty seats around the table and you drank free
I'm already who they told me that I can't be
Word to the letters in my chain stitch Yankee
Shit I should thank me
Made the right call if you anywhere DeSaint be
You got real close once
But you ain't me
You know we can't believe in nothing that we can't see