Hail Olde Saint Lyrics

Uh god aint usin preachers no more

Even durin biblical times he aint use preachers he used prophets

Only writin for the righteous when I write my songs

But even saints gotta right they wrongs

Saint

From all of America

To all over Africa

To all the peddlers

Every soldier that's baggin up

When opposition start trippin

That's what we packin for

Was never all bout the moolah

Cause we been havin dough for

Every single cent of pride

Make a dolla die

Quantify my quality

Like I don't qualify

You in the basin

Where I'm roasting raisins

Walter lee younger

Son of sun

Without the stagin

Promised my momma we would make it out

She said son we wasn't in it whatchu talkin bout

Didn't get it then think I got it now

Lose a single sense of love for every dolla found

Success expensive swear the cost tremendous

And I'm servin y'all wit love like I was playin tennis

I'm talkin nil I ain't givin zilch

I see that pressure you applyin but the job is filled

Life is a mystery full of histories

Tales of defeated told in the victories

Legends get narrower wit the mentionin

Gotta trump all my vices like I was pence and nem

Back against the wall we on the fence again

And this shit will spread if you don't fence it in

You'd think I had life from all this sentencing

Puttin buttons under bentleys like I'm Benjamin

Pushin 40 still pullin 40s

Nigga playin in the d like I'm berry gordy

Confederates want my freedom

I beat em like glory

Really heavy my defense

I outdo em wit scorin

Jordan Jeffrey I deserve a espy

Jagr on ice on my hip

A couple gretzkys

Trash bag on the cash

Hope that shit is hefty

Was born a genius and a lefty

I knew he would bless me

Saint