No Love Lost: Saints Lyrics

I ain't no Saint Michael or them other niggas

I was raised up from the gutted trenches

I was born sinning doing wild shit

Spent the most time when it felt good

Say I can't rap? That's a bold claim

Hang a nigga with a gold chain

I drop the shit that give me life

I don't tailor shit for the mass appeal

I'll drop Thirty at 9:40, If you pay attention you ain't gotta worry

Don't ask me now how I feel, I just write down something ill

Put my life gripes in a track, man I took time writing this

I don't respond to a diss, not no fake beef from a bitch

I go saint mode in the six, this my dope dream

Hope yall goin fiend, raise the crowd up to the nose bleeds

I'm the city star like Cochise, or Coltrane

That's big Johnny, My mob deep, niggas can't stop me

Thirty, I go saint mode in the six

Ain't no mark down on the splits

Getting paid in full like Killa cam

This G shit, cut the middle man

Woah, Ain't no love lost with this here

I go eastside Johnny, redemption in my plans

Watch the lord make a way, when the shit hits the fan

Stay alive for the fam, gotta be a better man

I'm doing all that I can, to strive, I lay awake with these closed eyes

My heart melts send the latter rain, wash me so clean

Make a nigga new, I reject saying can't do

Saved more times than my thank you's

You reel me when in I sink low, been bobbing brodie

Like I'm on the hook, these demon slayers be the worst crooks

They lead astray and get your soul took

Put me up one when the clock dwindles

I'm up thrice on you niggas, it ain't nothing nice with them triggers

I work long nights for these figures

Woah, I'm more saint then sinner, at least I try to be

I go saint mode in the six, ain't no mark downs on the splits

Getting paid in full like Killa cam

This G shit, cut the middle man

Woah, ain't no love lost with this here

It's GI Joe, I hade some shit in mind

I'm more saint than sinner

But don't call me fucking Saint Michael

None of them fucking saints

I'm one of fucking one, remember that