SAINTS

Look

I wrote my pain on receipts

I couldn't even keep the paper straight

Dreams on a tray when I be posted where the Vapors stay

Tryna make the money clean

But karma tryna leave a trace

I told mandem wrestle with them voices it can change ya fate

Yeah

Plates Break, I'm 448, I'm in great shape

All my bitches bad and look alike

I got a template

My last plug look like El Chapo

Someone translate

I had to hold it down

I sat back and watched my mans break

It's fuck who ain't with us

I ain't out here giving handshakes

Fuckin' up my re-up

It's okay at least the fam ate

Just know every plug I ever met joined my fanbase

And if you cook, better whip it til' yo hand break

Look

Flights back and forth, I'm really learnin' from the grind

Every city that I land, I leave a piece of me behind

Pressure heavy on my chest

But it's strengthenin' my mind,

It's like the Finals in the league

Man I'm performin' every time

Likkle beanie from the bronx said don't forget me boy your mine

Harlem shorty want the world

And I respect it man that's fine

I need the power and the paper know for sure it take some time

That's why I'm plotting on the presi'

Leave that other shit behind

Just call me you need a 16

I'm one of the coldest features

My bitch got a frame

I paint face the Mona Lisa

My throw away raps Ether

Pink slip boys ya chip in and lease em

My stick hit the floor I clean shit I sweep em

My first mill, house on a hill

I'm in Ibiza

Baby I'm from NYCHA, Vacuum seal zip the P's up

Big body double seater, since a younging I been T'd up