Lyrics:
from where the streets test you
Niggas mix business and pleasure where the cocaine measure
The narcotics is our product
The by-product, you walk up
business and pleasure where the cocaine measure
The narcotics is our product
The by-product, you walk up on me, I cock it
New Mercedes as it peels off
the coupe fighting headwinds
Fire burning sage bringing blessings
Land by the water for my residence
I'm a product of the elements
I'm standing in the coupe
halo wrapped around my neck
Saying my hellos, we'll be dancing in hell
I am not living, nor dead
I am a sinner, I ain't no saint
Is it too late?
I am
in a fire
Only joking, only messing, don't be stressing
I'm a peaceful adolescent, there's no need to be unpleasant Write my thesis in a rhyme scheme
to follow we're making our ways by ourselves
Further and further we move on across of the pain
There's no saint to follow we're making our ways by ourselves
Yeah, growing up on the Saints Row
With decked out guns and cars
(Decked out guns and cars)
Whenever we roll by
Everyone knows who we are (Knows who
Blunt of that fire weed
Smoking all the time
Grab my life by the horns
Put the bullshit to the side
Cup of that cold drink
Yeah I'm feeling right
the scripture
Yes I will deliver
Know that I am with you
You're never alone
Let's get it
Get my nose in the script just to get by, keep a prayer to the sky just
Either we gon' die or we gon' win no joke
I've been taking pride in every win no joke
Niggas laughing but it ain't no comedy show
I got a late
you'll remember
How it feels to be right here
Hold you by the fire while we wait on old Saint Nick
Baby you're the only thing on my Christmas List
Don't
and the fine hands down
You ain't running shit
But the circus, you're a clown
I got red dots
See if you can dodge beams
You're like Marberry
No one wants you
Not a product of how you grew up
So i guess this is kind of a lesson
Cos regardless of how you come up
You’re a product of your ambition
Not a product
make the money cause ya smoked up the product
Walkin' round the town, skeptalepsy illaroduct
Can't be trusted cause you're living in
keep on flyin’ with yo bitch as my co-pilot
Keep on flyin’ gettin’ high off my own product, I say
Huddled around the winner’s circle
Where you might get
commercial best-buy product
Like a piece of material in the supermart
Now who said the sell-out can't be real
You're justifying the book by the cover
up
This is no game worth playing
I can hear my death calling my dreams
I can read your thoughts
Your stubborn apathy
It's like you're struggling
a hurry you're not jamie saint patricc
but you can be a ghost, laughin all the way to your wife bed, satin
top bottom, side to side, yeah bitches it's
product across the world, our name brought up
It's two of the best from out west with narcotic
It's a cold game, there's no name on a bullet
It's like
Accepting
Precious
Eight knights and a saint
Soul witnessed here
Among us
No fear
Only love
Faith in Heaven
Mary by your side
Roseblood in the clouds
Rain
of what it's worth
Don't get it twisted, I ain't no saint, I ain't no pastor
But prayer ain't just for cloudy days and natural disasters
Aware of what comes
dicks
So if it's
Lyrics with a live band (Yo, this shit is funky)
No, fuck funky, the shit hit the fan
See, if you're steppin' to my set, you niggas
pickin' up or they ain't got it
You learn the hard way when your actions are idiotic
Product of your environment, and you're the product
Home invasions,
I'm from where the streets test you
Niggas mix business and pleasure
Where the cocaine measure
The narcotics is our product
The by-product, you walk
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