IM NO SAINT

Niggas overzealous, please don't hit my phone unless you tryn' Zelle us

My childhood got gentrified, look at those dreams they tried to sell us

Classmates passed away, the bullets rain, there's no umbrellas

Then here come Midas, some my bigger homies done turnt Monta Ellis

If I was in they shoes I'd hate me too

Golden Boy like AE1's, Lens like AE2's

All the damage that they done, it's up to me to heal the bruises

I said it's up to me heal the bruising

I ain't a saint, I ain't perfect, I ain't make it, I deserve it, I be working long time

I be working long time (long time)