Saint Lyrics

You change emotions like Maryland weather

Preach devotion then switch lanes

Cause speeding is better

I've learned from HOV

That no one controls you

And be smart in your business ventures

And always go with your gut

Even friends could get you set up

It's crazy to think

But trust me its real

A lot of niggas get mad

And try to short you on a deal

Or take your life for a pill

Then pop a perc for the pain

Go insane

Then complain cause they stuck with their inner visions

Blinded by greed

Then wonder why Lady Luck missed them

Get boxed inside their actions

And confined by a mental prison

See you ruth Chris and

That's a a small plate to me

Thats more of a prom date

Im Michelin star tipping

The waiter cause hard times out here

And I won't stress

Cause I could be in his position

Getting shorted on a fat check or

Work on a collab

And only get paid on the back end

With no percentage on the sale

Shit is tragic

Listen dawg

I ain't the preaching type

Some people will cross a line

For a high then feel the heat

Just like preachers wife

Reminiscing bout that Huston night

Seeing stars aligned

Had me thinking hard bout a rappers life

But so far its hype

I know she's not here in the physical

But still she's here to guide me

Like the northern lights

Roll one for prophet and Jerrell

Shit I'm blessed by three angels

Ain't no way I could fail

I might as well go gadget like

They might inspect me for cheating

Cause ain't no way this niggas nice

Like who'd he get to write

Yeah aight I get it

I'm not the artsy type

Shit, I might as well get a desk job

And forfeit my life

Yeah, lucky me

I might as well

Tell you fuckers who the hell I be

They even try to test your sole

Like a fresh pair of kicks with a scuff or crease

Then get mad when you search for inner peace