Saints Go Marching In ft. Jxsn Beats Lyrics

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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, fuck 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, "fuck 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