BLSNG & CRSE (feat. Zyirra)

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Saint Pious

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Not surprising enough, I'm still up. My thoughts are corrupt
Yes, I would jeopardize good home for fast buck
Just my luck, I can't get enough
Wouldn't you be proud of me? Addictive personality. People crowd to me
Asking me what I wanted to be. I said, philanthropist before MC
Neither require degree
Therefore, so I decree: my sociology come from the people I meet
The shit that I shoot with smokers on backstreets
Passed trees. Past being a mathlete, small time athlete
Run to get a QP, QB. Thank God for Tim T. Loan me like ten fifty
God forbid the kid be equipped without quick wit, hard dick, and hard liquor
Living where things aren't easily forgiven
It's hard to misgive him when he loves living, have a vision of fine wine and women
No limits in life long as the linens is tight
On frightful nights, winters is ice cold as dice rolled número uno
But, you know. I'm more informed than Snow; more shine than glow
Four missed calls means it's time to go
Perfectionism always take a hold of me
A blessing and a curse, it always tolls on me
My punishment don't fit the crime
I've paid more fines than I have tithes
I wanna know if Judas waits for me
I'm the corrupted one
The bastard son
With cigarette lungs
And mattress funds
Go on a preview me
I'm the vulture, product of pop culture
By any means. It's messed up, ain't it
I'll graffiti the game done painted
The whole block's shocked I'm here to shop
The only whites they knows is Eminems and cops
It just don't stop
It's just a thought, best criminal's a cop
This ought not be what you're used to
Drop that boongie to the motherfucking floor and get loose to
The hell I writ
Youse ill equipped and not ready
To get with this and rock steady
I bet he
Blow them 'speaks out the frames
Crazy on some Remy flow in my veins
I could fool anybody. Trust me, don't feel no shame
With a fourth, cavorting, trying to court some dame
Know why I hungry push to even play this game
I'm hardly part of this life, right
I'm much more tame
I'm hardly Christ-like, right
Yeah, I'm much more flame
Had a hot phone and tossed it
The earrings was frost bit
Had a license, I drove drunk. I got fined and lost it
When I dress, it's never nothing less than Express
Keep a quarter pound pressed against my chest
You could expect
I'm guaranteed fresh by sell date
I'm irate. Rebellious by fate
Manipulate my tongue, the outcome be some'n like a fornication
Don Dada. Don't you know the whole world owe me? The S-A-I-N-T
Saint Pious, who gon' try us? I'm just bias, I guess
Flip on 'em in secret, read more and talk less

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