Saint ft. Bard Lyrics

Some think I'm gifted, I call it persistence

Working each day just to be called different

Think I'm distant, ok I know that

But I don't need to be part of your system

Cause I know where I stand

It ain't with people who give commands

They never help they never lend a hand

Yet make demands

You need to understand

That I'm a menace to society

Silently making moves to the top

I'm quietly growing my name

Fed up with two faced people who get in the way

Already too late to come back in the inner circle again

Let me explain to those who joined late

I'm going my own way

I'm taking my own lane

I got a lotta people who are listening

So let me spill the beans

I'm way too underrated for you to tell me I'm basic

You cannot replace this haters be hating based on the basis

They cannot do what I do it is crazy

The industry made me realize if I am going to make it

I gotta be willing to be initially hated

Time is ticking it's wasted rhythm

If I'm not giving a hundred percent to chase my vision

What am I chasing?

I don't know, I thought I did

I've asked God but I don't even know what he said

Cause it's all in your mind the battle we all have to fight

Are you a saint when you die?

Will you put your life on the line?

A saint who gives their life?

Yeah I wish I could say but I don't really know no more

Though this world might go bananas I won't split

The devil the culprit, I don't trust just anybody who go step in the pulpit

I'm a skeptic of em

Till I reckon that they'll pop up in a second when I beckon on em

Even pastor is a subject to the pecking order

Throw em to the crows and then I know that they go pecking on em

People only see the story CNN obsessing on

I take it as a blessing, guess it time to drop a lesson on em

They don't understand we been lied to

People pulling strings, while they say that they untied you

We ain't really free, I can hear the chains slide through

The hands of elites and the media tribune

I've been, thinking bout eternity currently

In a church with my hoodie up

Rather be on earth, as a Saint on fire, than be in hell where I'm burning up

I ain't done, it's funny, fore I die

I'm giving Satan quite a run for his money like

Cause it's all in your mind the battle we all have to fight

Are you a saint when you die?

Will you put your life on the line?

A saint who gives their life?

Yeah I wish I could say but I don't really know no more