No Love Lost: Saints & Sinners Lyrics

What we have here is a classic tale

A tale of saints and sinners

We know all money ain't good money

So we know all blood ain't blood

So you better pick a side, cause they're aiming for your life

These demons coming closer and there ain't nowhere to hide

You better pick a side cause they're aiming for your life

As always GBG over everything, Sermons

Fucking around and playing with names

You niggas switch like Vidkun and Brutus

Now I'm taking time to aim at a Judas

The family can feud, but we seeking truth

In the matter

How you call god when you actively snake

How could you stand in the presence of saints

Telling these lies, I'm rubbing the paint

With murder in mind, I'm hoping to break

Everything that you touch is a fake

Don't treat me to me pleasure and smile in my face, Shit

Y'all niggas in for a face lift

Rats gotta die for they damage to structure

Say it with chest or the gumption you muster

Looking at you like a bitch and a buster

Fat in the lips, you's a lab and a sucker

How you go talking this shit to my mother

We know that G go extreme

Slap you like boosie get whipped on the scene

These days is tragic, for addicts and fiends

You wanna jump, leaping pussy can spring

Yeah, You wanna jump, leaping pussy can spring

Cause there's Saints & Sinners

We done talked enough, now I gotta call ya bluff

Now I gotta make a call, get ya ass touched up

Get laid down to rest, for a forty ball not four-k

That's the standard rate when they ain't worth shit

I climbed the mountain and traversed it

All hail now Mr "Worth It", this GI with some light raps

I'm choosing violence better duck down

I been standing ready for the crash out

Not another beef getting hashed out

Cause there's Saints & Sinners

We done talked enough, if you down bad just say that

But don't come forth with that sleez shit

I conquered all just believe it, I claimed all in my season

Don't make moves without reasoning

This was all planned from the jump

I'm done communicating, only segregating

These fallacies self deprecating

Yall weirdos do a dance for satan

Now this fury all on yo dome

Don't need steel here or the chrome

Got a lion heart you can kill Me

Here a tax deduction from the bill printer

Y'all fuck around have a cruel summer

G deserves doing these numbers

On JR that's a fact check

My big bro never ducked my smoke

Send all the shots to head huncho

You niggas really tripping, its Saints and Sinners

All money ain't good money, and all blood ain't blood

Thirty hour G, Jay TwD, & Prime

If y'all ain't fucking with that, well

Saints & Sinners, Saints & Sinners