Lyrics:
Yeh
Yeah
Yeah
Yeh
Told her come on, yeah
I'm loving your tone
I bought her that Yves Saint Laurent, she rocking that Fenty for when I get home
She hate
mare
If you see me go by, put up a prayer"
Well, they rode all night, and they rode all day
Eastward, long down the broad highway
His spirit was tired
In the field with that tool man
I ain't got shit to lose
Out here trapping like a fool man
I ain't got shit to lose
I been grinding with my crew man
till the day I leave here
And even when I’m gone, in Your Kingdom
Jesus
I’ma sing to you, I’ma sing to you
Keep in touch with Jesus
Ayo, the Sinful Saint
R blue truck
She on ShadeRoom fuck it up call up day ones run it up
Showed your ass I ain't showing no love back in the day it was just all love
Don't
and earth have kissed each other
The sun will rise and light a brand new day
Every knee will bow unto Your name
All the saints will shout and sing Your
another human being better than yourself
Value my own mind and health
No one ever gave a damn when I was by myself
Spending days, long nights overwhelmed
brain (That's really dumb)
You can't even write, but I freestyle all day (Oh my god)
I be getting followed by 4 hos in the hallway (No cap)
I'm investing,
a tool he almost got hit by a stray
I hit the road and I ain't coming back until I see the sun
On the gram sharing all his clothes in real life he ain't
fell in love wit it
Brody toutin a tooly you know wassup wit it
Catch an opp by the deli and then we uppin it
If we talkin bout money then bitch I'm all
the city
Put a tool in her bag every time that she with me
Tool in her Birkin cause I can't get caught by the feds
Keep a switch on the stick, we makin' sure
all you girls fed, all of this bread
Look at the tools in my shed
Look at the fools in my head, all of em dead
You caught me feeling myself, I'm feeling
imma take
Got his life finally caught by the gaze
Don't run from a Saint cuz
Cuz the devil don't Chase
Run up that money and get out my face
Run up
never be struck down by the Devil's rod
In the dark of the night You are there
When I am so alone and my heart full of despair
All I need to do is whisper
I just killed lil' momma for fun on a week day
Gucci, Louie, Saint Laurant on the week days
I've been sober for so long I might need yay
I can't get
their temples of greed built on lies
But the Saints still keep falling day by day
As the shelves show cracks and break from all the weight
Twisted
a break
Now she sleeps the days away
She helplessly stands by
It's meaningless to try
All she wants to do is cry
No one ever knew she was so sad
Cause
It was the morning of All Saint's Day, ninety-eight
When that old blind dog started roaming around the graveyard
Wouldn't have bothered me so much
bro if you think that we competing
Hope to see you win every day not just on the weekend
Face your fears don't be scared to go hop in the deep end
Put
She brings her tool belt down from the highest coma
The pointiest cloud
Drags it down like a parachute from a tree
Like all day rain
Like wet shoes
her King
All the saints of ages past
Join the angels as they sing
Have you ever seen a more radiant bride?
She was purchased by the Servant King
In
violence
In the name of God
Straight is the path
Leading to your salvation
Slaying the weak
Ethnic elimination
Any day we'll all be
Swept away
wit me
By dis time day know that dat K wit me
I swear I stay high den a maple tree
I smoke all my weed outa maple leafs
I caught my 1st case down by
Let me take it back to the day
It was me and my homie saint
We was skateboardin' playin' b-ball
Before we smoked on dank
Just posted up in the paint
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