St. Doe
Parted the red sea like Moses
I gave them eight one like Kobe they say saint Doe you the
coldest they say saint doe you Chosen came here to get a message off
Six days I was working on the seventh day
Imma rest it off dont expect yall to be perfect
I expect yall to be worth it all of that drama you Speak
didn't expect things to turn worthless Truth in the flesh as we speak
Climbing the mountain with Moses destined to Find what you seek
Worshipping calfs that was golden you gave Your lies to the beat
And the people believed you I cant even believe You
As soon as they figure you flawed look that's When they leave you
But look everybody got a journey to make
One blink love turns into to hate
First shall be last,
last shall be first the less of These will turn into to great
Water wine made all from the grapes
Been crucified and scared and
scraped this is Relatable hope you relate
Was trying my best hope they open them gates
I cant be more than I ain't
They keep calling me a saint (me a saint)
Dont put too much on a man
I'm still trying to understand
And do whatever I can to be great
Saint doe
Saint doe
Saint doe
Been following christ since I was young
man Look where you at look where we from man
Left us for dead they call it slum land
You trapping or rapping or scoring you might Pick up one fan yo
Pulled over for nothing just to be asked where I'm headed
I'm trying to get to the crib
He ran everything but my credit
Ask me could he search the car
Had to tell the homie naw had to tell
the homie Chill trying to make it to a meal
It's such a cold winner I dont want a cold dinner
My family waiting for me
See ain't no debating with me I ain't violating The law
I kept my hands in car my registration is good
You see my licences is good
They see me rocking this hoodie I left my past In the hood
My passion is rapping not doing no
capping or Trapping get that understood
Then he said have a goodnight I made a turn at The light
I saw the look in his eyes homie was high as a Kite
I cant be more than I ain't
They keep calling me a saint (me a saint)
Dont put too much on a man
I'm still trying to understand
And do whatever I can to be great
Saint doe
Saint doe
Saint doe
Saint doe
I gave them eight one like Kobe they say saint Doe you the
coldest they say saint doe you Chosen came here to get a message off
Six days I was working on the seventh day
Imma rest it off dont expect yall to be perfect
I expect yall to be worth it all of that drama you Speak
didn't expect things to turn worthless Truth in the flesh as we speak
Climbing the mountain with Moses destined to Find what you seek
Worshipping calfs that was golden you gave Your lies to the beat
And the people believed you I cant even believe You
As soon as they figure you flawed look that's When they leave you
But look everybody got a journey to make
One blink love turns into to hate
First shall be last,
last shall be first the less of These will turn into to great
Water wine made all from the grapes
Been crucified and scared and
scraped this is Relatable hope you relate
Was trying my best hope they open them gates
I cant be more than I ain't
They keep calling me a saint (me a saint)
Dont put too much on a man
I'm still trying to understand
And do whatever I can to be great
Saint doe
Saint doe
Saint doe
Been following christ since I was young
man Look where you at look where we from man
Left us for dead they call it slum land
You trapping or rapping or scoring you might Pick up one fan yo
Pulled over for nothing just to be asked where I'm headed
I'm trying to get to the crib
He ran everything but my credit
Ask me could he search the car
Had to tell the homie naw had to tell
the homie Chill trying to make it to a meal
It's such a cold winner I dont want a cold dinner
My family waiting for me
See ain't no debating with me I ain't violating The law
I kept my hands in car my registration is good
You see my licences is good
They see me rocking this hoodie I left my past In the hood
My passion is rapping not doing no
capping or Trapping get that understood
Then he said have a goodnight I made a turn at The light
I saw the look in his eyes homie was high as a Kite
I cant be more than I ain't
They keep calling me a saint (me a saint)
Dont put too much on a man
I'm still trying to understand
And do whatever I can to be great
Saint doe
Saint doe
Saint doe
Saint doe
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Writer(s): Charles Hudgins, Cameron Livingston, Reginald Thurman, Ivan Sumlin
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