BLSNG & CRSE (feat. Zyirra)
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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