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1. intro(spection) - saint lyrics

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[verse:]

i know i might never make it so i’ll never make it me
and if it’s meant to be then it’s meant for me
i got some niggas who be going through the pain with me
and niggas who could put it to an end for me

so i channel all the rage when i go into beast mode
life ain’t shit but money and weed smoke
life ain’t shit but clubbing and freak hoes
life ain’t real cause really we still go…

through the most for what we love and the people we live for
would you still die for the people you’d k!ll for?
would you still drown for the people you’d swim for?
would you take an l for the people you win for?

man, this single bed ain’t big enough for all these big dreams
if life is what you make it, apparently it seems
that life is just a b-tch and i’m going in b-lls deep
and karma is a b-tch so i give her what i receive

and if that pussy good then i p-ss her on to the team
and if she’s dtf then she get it by any means
and if that pussy wet then i’m diving into the sea
and if the head is great imma give her the ph-d

man, i’m on a roll like patties and lettuce and sliced cheese
i’m honour roll like students excelling while fighting fees
i’m honourable like courts full of judges that are supreme
i’m honoured by the people who tell me the game needs…

me and my niggas to really f-ck up the scenes
they say we really we got what it takes to succeed
the game’s full of roaches we’re coming with mortein
they’re just sleeping on us, we’re coming with morphine

and more tings..
trynna get on the floor quick
i won’t quit..
i make ’em wanna forfeit
i lost it..
these rappers make me nauseous
i don’t spit..
flow’s nasty, i vomit

20/20 i see what my eyes see
i’m top 5, subtracting iv

i’m hostile, i might blow – bin laden
i’m too fire, someone call the firemen

i can’t stop
i won’t stop
i cannot
i go hard, man these lames just rap soft

i hear their shit and end up just laughing my -ss off
i’m schooling these niggas, i’m throwing my hat off

don’t air out my dirty laundry, i tumble dry in the washer
there’s spider webs surrounding my skeletons in the closet
and this the type of shit that you play again and you pause it
yeah it’s going down like grave sites and coffins

so tell me how often you acted like you’re fine?
you wanna speak your mind but you’re telling them nevermind
i roll another hoping it’ll get you off my mind
and though that never works, i’m just addicted to trying

i guess..
for all the lows i chose to get high
whether it got me through, it’s enough to get by
procrastinate the problems until the next time
and next time will still probably be next time

and sometimes i break down but can’t cry
and sometimes i think loud but stay quiet
and nowadays i quit quitting to start trying
i wonder what it’s like to see me from my mother’s eyes

cause real eyes realise real lies
could real eyes see past my disguise?
to realise something’s wrong with this guy?
and real lies come clean this time?

i’m baptised in dope flows and 16s
my metaphors need you to view me in split screen
i’m one nigga, too cold, i’m 3d
4-5 seconds the game is six feet

and fake niggas, that’s the shit i don’t need
i smoke beats, like i’m trynna od
i takeover, make ’em bow on both knees
and break’s over, school niggas with no fees

- saint lyrics

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