Who Am I? Lyrics

I'm in Naij I didn't get shipped

I escaped, my life got saved

My mumsy thinks I'm a Saint

She don't know what I did way back in the day

Year Eight had a long ass blade

You can't even blame me the streets weren't safe

Trust me we ain't the same

If you saw what I saw you'd go insane

Who am I?

A tough young African man

I know I was born to be great

Even when mum never had much pay

She still made sure that her sons were safe

But young Saint I was going astray

Turned to the roads tryna find my way

I know I was called to be more than a rapper

I'm searching my soul tryna find my lane

Can't lie I don't know what to say

But lemme tell you 'bout the days on the ends

Back then I never had shit to my name

I was young dumb broke tryna make some bread

I was thirteen with a shank on my waist

Going 'kway on the train in my dusty crep

I was smart for my age, no cap

But its sad, cah I didn't even make Year Ten

Used to run man down in my kickers

Now I'm Naij outside in slippers

Looking at old school pictures

Think 'bout the shit that I did with my niggas

I could've been riding a bird no pigeon

Now I'm naija speaking in pidgin

Omo, e no easy my guy

Come to naij' you'll see real life

See as I dey, it's just money I like

Fuck breast and yansh, it's cash on my mind

The truth is there ain't no one in Naij

Who's harder than me

I could bet on my life

I rep my side, green & white till I die

And till death do us part, I'mma stick with guys

They move left, Saint moves right

I'm in my own lane I'm ahead of my time

Who am I? A young black boy

From South London who the streets called Saint

One of the worst in the whole of the ends

But you never would've guessed when you saw my face

I was raised on the side of the Thames

Where the streets ain't safe, guns get blazed

I'd spray pepper in any one's face

Real Yoruba boy this runs in my veins

I'm tryna retrace my steps

Right my wrongs, through the bars man's writing

It ain't long till I blow, but it's not overnight

No lie man it's all due timing

I don't even talk too much I just make moves

It come like I'm miming

You're looking for someone like me

You won't find it, why?

'Cause Saint is a diamond

Year Seven I could have been a baller

Could've got scouted but I was a goon

My bro was on trial for academy

Till he got caught out pedalling food

From the right wing right to the wing

I know how he feels cah I fucked up too

I thank God for my freedom

I could've joined him, but they never had adequate proof

From rideouts to okada rides

From selling pebs to napeps

Long time I aint seen my guys

Or stepped my feet on the ends

I can't lie I miss all my friends but I can't return the beef is intense

My guy died my nigga's in pen

I ain't tryna join him so I stick to my pen

Who am I? A future legend

My favourite weapons, my pad and my pen

I've grown up now I'm using my sense

I'm using my talent to make some M's

Of course I'mma put on my friends

Lumz and Tunrin my bro's till death

Disrespect, you know what's next

It's fully on deck you ain't gotta guess