Risen
Young Nigga on mission
Trynna get a bag so I could change the way I'm living
Focus on my cash you play wit that & end up missing
Bottles of prescription there ain't nothin that ain't fixing
The Saint Speak
Hate is fake but the pain deep
You can't paint me
Fell and stood upon the same feet
& I stay the same Aint nobody ever change me
Always played the game, never let the game play me
In my own lane, Something that you lames can't see
On my name they breath
Until this bang rang free
Copped that Q thang flipped It to a whole HP
& my foes always seeking got they aim on a G
Mama not praying me
Get Commas married to fees
My conscious buried In hatred
Its stops me from seeing Peace
I'm constantly getting faded it's help me to keep at ease
Attention only to payments
Emotions is for the weak
Confused
Since a Jit been a fool
Without a clue
Consumed
A mind of darkness, I'm just one out of the few
I move and keep the farthest from niggas who front the truth
Since youth I've been through hardships that you'd never think I knew
It's fucked
I'm anti social cuz there nobody to trust
That clutch holding a 30 cuz the 15 ain't enough
It's Rough but Coming up I had to get out mud
I'm cut, but that just shows that even blood isn't your blood
Can't fuck wit em
& God know I got no love for em
These demons want me to fall for em
But I stand tall neva fall forward
Can't fuck wit em
& God know I got no love for em
These demons want me to fall for em
But I stand tall neva fall forward
Yeah, aye
Trynna get a bag so I could change the way I'm living
Focus on my cash you play wit that & end up missing
Bottles of prescription there ain't nothin that ain't fixing
The Saint Speak
Hate is fake but the pain deep
You can't paint me
Fell and stood upon the same feet
& I stay the same Aint nobody ever change me
Always played the game, never let the game play me
In my own lane, Something that you lames can't see
On my name they breath
Until this bang rang free
Copped that Q thang flipped It to a whole HP
& my foes always seeking got they aim on a G
Mama not praying me
Get Commas married to fees
My conscious buried In hatred
Its stops me from seeing Peace
I'm constantly getting faded it's help me to keep at ease
Attention only to payments
Emotions is for the weak
Confused
Since a Jit been a fool
Without a clue
Consumed
A mind of darkness, I'm just one out of the few
I move and keep the farthest from niggas who front the truth
Since youth I've been through hardships that you'd never think I knew
It's fucked
I'm anti social cuz there nobody to trust
That clutch holding a 30 cuz the 15 ain't enough
It's Rough but Coming up I had to get out mud
I'm cut, but that just shows that even blood isn't your blood
Can't fuck wit em
& God know I got no love for em
These demons want me to fall for em
But I stand tall neva fall forward
Can't fuck wit em
& God know I got no love for em
These demons want me to fall for em
But I stand tall neva fall forward
Yeah, aye
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Writer(s): Zachary Gomez
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