ST NICK

New pack in I feel like Saint Nick

I'd be more insulted if you said we had the same bricks

Then if we hit the same chick

I can't speak on how shortii moving you know the language

Money be the root

But you can't have the good without the evils that's the truth

And I been searching for it ever since I was a youth

But they don't wanna hear it less you screaming in the booth

'Bout some shit you didn't do

'Bout some shit the never did

They wanna keep us underground kid but I'm tryna be Beyonce

Tired of the 4 for 4 entree

But every time I speak they try to play a young nigga like Kanye

Like we aint had no shit to say

Lost in the abyss of it all

We was content with robbing content

Instead of getting involved

Bust a few up in her jaw tryna figure it all

Outside with the ball

Tryna make me a flip and crossover with all the gall

Of a nigga with six

Gold rings on the right hand

I just want my band lil' bigger like its the last dance

Fuck a chance we had to get it by any means ain't dismissing not any scheme

New pack in I feel like Saint Nick

I'd be more insulted if you said we had the same bricks

Then if we hit the same chick

I can't speak on how shortii moving you know the language