Saint Kannon ft. SAINT KID Lyrics

Told Saint when I rap, I'm the perfect combination

Probably would spit, but I prefer a conversation

Started in the trap, filling certain obligations

Monopoly the block and leave a working operation

They don't get no respect, they be telling wives tales

Ask if he down for the ride like a Clydesdale

Local nigga, made 5 racks off of my sales

Boy cotton soft, I'ma Molotov cocktail

Chilling with a bombshell

Sitting at the crib, probably sipping something top shelf

Chilling tryna watch 12

Mom went to prison, can't imagine how my pops felt

Almost died way too many times, I know god well

You get to praying when you near death

Been in so many situations, in my heart-there's no fear left

What you know about sheer stress

Cheers to success, I'm just hoping that my peers next

I done reached so many milestones

If a hater call me up, all he getting is the dial tone

I don't mess with you style clones

All originality, 100%

I had love for the homie, he was fucking with meth

PTSD.. It was numbing the stress

Bruh OD'd, what you expect

Relying on the drugs, is just Russian roulette

Wake up every morning, phone flooded with texts.. It's weird if I'm telling the truth

Never thought I'd see the day that someone from a different country hit me just to say That I'm the best in the booth

You do it for the clout, I do it for my fam

I do it cuz I want to, you do it for the gram

I do it for the love, I do it for the bands

I'll forever have music in my plans, give a damn