Saints Go Marching In
Snick Foley
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CHECK Them crackers salty when they see you getting cheese every morning Cuban link, on my skin, black with gold, no New Orleans Talking big easy; til them killers in ya face Ain't no squares, in my circle, the block, put you in place Violence like my music, well known I never promote it My power like politicians, no changing, f*ck if you voted Remind me of childhood, it don't matter who you pick Red or blue? You independent and rich? Oh yous a lick My arms, strong, like Louie I ain't talking no designer More like Steiner. The clones, falling off, no Designer The king, who reps Queens, devise, the best schemes And moves, these sixteens, no Jeffrey Epstein Don't start rumors, just dark humor, y'all niggas funny Must forgot, Queens Get the Money Holy Foley, Saint Snick, you corny niggas ain't shit Peace to Stack Bundles, know they food, time to banquet Oh you gang? Who brought you in Tryna claim the hood; what part you been? Tell they lack heart; they all pretend See the gates when the saints come marching in Oh you gang? Who brought you in Tryna claim the hood; what part you been? Tell they lack heart; they all pretend See the gates when the saints come marching in I block, every pussy with a podcast who face stay in the camera These niggas, just be talking, don't respect ya, couldn't stand ya Eddie Brock, from the Rock, I spy the bitches on the web Look for venom, in person, suddenly "that's not what I said!" Hope you meant it, I'm demented, been hinted, go do your googles Then hit me with something useful or fruitful; don't have no scruples But Pitchfork, and Rolling Stones, critiquing rap? Well what do I know? Whites, in black spaces, taking spots, vitiligo Incomparable since a zygote, immaculate since conception This isn't the Second Coming, I'm merely the resurrection The perfection of a martyr, no need to go thread the needle Less you feeble, shit get real, the position they take is fetal Shun the evil, I am regal, not William I'm talking royalty These scammers try to pay, with exposure. Bitch where my royalties? Live by four simple words, "f*ck you, pay me" The abstract villain, nigga, QU, AV Oh you gang? Who brought you in? (CHECK) Tryna claim the hood; what part you been? Tell they lack heart; they all pretend See the gates when the saints come marching in Oh you gang? Who brought you in? (Who brought you home, nigga?) Tryna claim the hood; what part you been? (aye, where you from, nigga?) Tell they lack heart; they all pretend See the gates when the saints come marching in Oh you gang? Who brought you in? (AV) Tryna claim the hood; what part you been? (QU) Tell they lack heart; they all pretend See the gates when the saints come marching in Gangstas, we been looking all over town for ya We traveled up, to the Eastside Couldn't find ya Ain't that right, D-Von? (Testify) We traveled up, to the Westside Couldn't find ya Ain't that right, D-Von? (Nowhere to be found) Now, we down here, on the Southside Once again, no Gangstas to be found Tell em D-Von (no Gangstas) But you know what? I know why we can't find the Gangstas You ain't nothing but a bunch of pu-pu-pu-pu Cowards
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