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Saint Balenci

Saint Balenci is a contemporary musical artist known for their unique blend of genres, combining elements of indie pop, electronic, and alternative R&B. Their music is characterized by atmospheric production, introspective lyrics, and smooth vocal delivery. With their distinct sound and captivating performances, Saint Balenci has been steadily gaining recognition in the music industry. more »

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Look, they said I can't get him hit; call me Obama; yes we can
Pulling up mans here make man disappear best call him Maddeline McCan
My boy Elz like Chapo or Escobar how he stay here weighing these grams
No benzocane got the purest yay just look at how far they ran
Last time I saw my man at the station bitch boy sang like the choir
So I got round there in a blacked out range and he felt that pain like Jaryah
Man said he's on job in the flesh he's not please tell me why he's a liar
Saw the man switch up when I back that cannon that's by my side at all times, Mariah
Grab the mic hold it steady
Double tap hit record then I'm ready
Debut EP blew up like confetti
Winning that Golden Boot like I'm Headie
Hardest in ozzy drill Saint BaLenci
Trying to get me an AP that's skelly
Trying to get Ali back on the field I'm talking Ababwa not about Delle
Flow come sharp like a samurai weapon
Flag on the chain so they know what I'm repping
No I ain't cooking up grub but I'm killing these tracks everytime that I say I'm cheffing
This Eezy pack got me valiant stepping
They know bout the ends C Block what I'm repping
Gave your gyal backshots dig her with D make a bitch g lock in forty five seconds
All they talk is smoke on drill so more time I ain't trying to chat shout that
But they know I'm a real known rebel so if I chat crud on a track that's facts
And I swear everytime that I jumping on drill I'm giving man heart attacks
Trying to do them like Sana but the stick jam so it only went rat tat
Clap clap everytime she jump got a fat back
Man slap that then mash that then a man's gotta go that yeah that's that
AK in hand man tap tap till Wallace and Gromit don't clap back
So many drillings with this one I think I should invest in StatTrak
Look, they said I can't get him hit; call me Obama; yes we can
Pulling up mans here make man disappear best call him Maddeline McCan
My boy Elz like Chapo or Escobar how he stay here weighing these grams
No benzocane got the purest yay just look at how far they ran
Last time I saw my man at the station bitch boy sang like the choir
So I got round there in a blacked out range and he felt that pain like Jaryah
Man said he's on job in the flesh he's not please tell me why he's a liar
Saw the man switch up when I back that cannon that's by my side at all times, Mariah
Shots coming out the dot dot
With the pop pop when I hold that trigger
Put some respect on my name I'm a well known veteran
Devious grip that drilla
Spot that opp pull up to the block
Reach under the seat like gifts from Opera
Then I just lift that ting and spark that Glock
Headshots have an opp in coma
Come like Top Boy got packs that's lovely
Gloving up palms on a sawn off pumpy
Ambient music stuck in my head
The silencer tip kick doors like Sully
Brudda just hawk them cah we got choppas
Watch like Stef when I pop that gat
Get done like Jamie f*ck these oppas
You can get left in a bin like Ats
Serving these packs to the nittiest fiends
Yeah my shit got them moving like they're Walking Dead
Feeding them food and I'm keeping them fed
While I'm racking it in and I'm stacking my bread
Can't waste bullets line your gang up gang up
Take seven down with one
Done, see my face and run
Do the Usain Bolt when you see my gun
Michael Jackson the way I beat it
Knife in your chest you're watching a Thriller
Way I stab them while they shout Don't
You'd think I listen to Bryson Tiller
Not Chief Keef but I spray it and bang
Come like Sosa shotgun to your back
Life that we live compared to a movie
Shoot it like Kodak do it in Black
Balenci where you been?
I been round when I hit the town with full extensions trying to spin
They forgot we never lost
Spoke way too much buckshot his chin
All we know is ching, ching
See me draw for twins
Samurai swords been known to win
Look, they said I can't get him hit; call me Obama; yes we can
Pulling up mans here make man disappear best call him Maddeline McCan
My boy Elz like Chapo or Escobar how he stay here weighing these grams
No benzocane got the purest yay just look at how far they ran
Last time I saw my man at the station bitch boy sang like the choir
So I got round there in a blacked out range and he felt that pain like Jaryah
Man said he's on job in the flesh he's not please tell me why he's a liar
Saw the man switch up when I back that cannon that's by my side at all times, Mariah

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