Lyrics:
straight cash
Bitch I'm like a register
Straight cash, stra-stra-stra-straight cash
Yeah, a hundred hundreds, that's ten stacks
Sitting in my pocket, you
to fall in love
You better listen up
And if you want to feel my touch
You better...
Saint valentine (Saint Valentine)
May I have a moment - a moment
to Takeoff
Takeoff kick that bitch up out the house
That bitch gotta Takeoff
Free my nigga Bobby Bitch
Hoes in the lobby, bitch
Ooh, diamonds look like
Big racks on me, I got what you want
I be trappin' like I'm Tony, dressed in Saint Laurent
Diamonds dancin' on my wrist, I drink dom pérignon
Fucked
And I'm a man of my word, that I got nothing at all
So tell me now does it hurt, or is it too late?
I'm a man of my law, I gotta keep my weight up
this
This rap is for the people in the past who were against me
Who snapped at every opportunity to diss me
Put me down like I was nothing treated
to the next generation
But this champagne toast is short-lived
I got an empty crib in my empty crib
I only met you one time, introduced you to Saint Nick
I
the hood, the first time in my life I can say I did the right thing
Life is what you make it nigga, I'ma make it
No matter what it takes my nigga, we gonna
again
Ain't nothing separating us but my MAC-10
Born in the ghetto as a hustler, older
A straight soldier, buckin at the bustas
No matter how you try,
schools for this
Cause I'm drawn by the vision and close my hand into a fist
Raised in the crime with nothing to eat
So my natural instincts to kill
get deep, I get deep, I get deep, I get deeper, deeper, deeper
Into the rhyme
Chillin' in the corner at the shelter all by myself
Checkin it out
and check my weight
I'll probably break the scale
Niggas sooner found in line
Homie keep the hating
I'm bout to drop after Cass
And the streets is waiting
say nothing
Carry my city on my back no cap I ain't bluffing
It's hot in this house but don't look in that oven
Kinfolk looking for fake IDs like
(yo, the Brooklyn Reverse is in the house)
Microphone checka, micro, microphone checka (yo, it's that time nah I'm sayin'?)
Mic, micro, microphone
doubt that He's got me in His Hands
I got joy all around me, I'ma hit my lil dance
Feeling like nothing's gonna stop this Kingdom from its advance
non stopping in the studio hip hopping
And like a drive by got everybody ducking
West coast in the house so it's on and cracking
dudes paid sip and fade till my belly ache
Waiting for you like
Saint Peter by the gate
Now meet your maker if you not BB then you ain't safe
How you
warned, since I was born I
Was screaming inside of my head
That’s why a demon is in it
And I was squirting semen so I got off
It and got knocked off my
you were Clyde
Even in a hail of bullets, you'd be by my side
I'm shaking hands in alleyways
I know that we can't have no sinners without having Saints
My heart is beating from me
I am standing all alone
Please call me only if you are coming home
Waste another year flies by
Waste a night or two
My heart is beating from me
I am standing all alone
Please call me only if you are coming home
Waste another year flies by
Waste a night or two
and trees were white noise to my eyes, blurred in my window, and on my knees
This is a sadness fuelled by a sickness because as I growed, the woods were all
beating the odds
I stood on ground wit hitters
I'm straight from the trenches big dawg we some big St. Bernard
Est Saint Laurent in the budget nie
I'm
family, my family
This is my family, this is my family, my family
This is my family, this is my family, my family
Thug in my hood is drug prison
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