Saints & Sinners

Bitch don't sleep on process
You vs me? No contest
You on beat? No context
Me on beat? I'm god sent

My flow is heavenly
So in my presence you bow when step to me, hoe
You are not in my pedigree
Only with time I get better so let it be known
I'm making my moves on my way to the throne
I'm biding my time and collecting these stones
So watch when I snap and you sit and relax
And before you can act your career going ghost

I'm talking phantom bitch
Poltergeists in the room when I'm spazzing bitch
If words could, kill it's a massacre
On the highway to hell you my passenger
Love they reaction, when they getting mad
Hit stick em like madden then sip on my chalice
I'm bumping that stanza, I sit like a king, like shit doesn't matter
She kissing the ring, that ass gettin fatter
I love when she sing, I feel like fiend, when killin the beat
The illest alive, you know what mean
The illest alive, you know what I mean

Pass the baton
Pass me a diaper so I can show you the shit that I be on
I am a don
Ain't that big of a dude but I'm still good like that nigga named Sean
On a track with the Mind, food for the soul
He chef it up, what's the specials tonight
And I'm bringing the wine, cuz I can't help it
I seem to be getting better with the time
And I'm looking at the spot that you say is his
And that shit is kinda looking more like it's mine
Can't talk the business with you on the phone
You gon have to get the fuck up off of my line
And this is my moment, seize it and take it
Ain't got no more time for no wishing and hoping
I'm out in the open, ain't got many choices
I put in the time, time for my promotion



Credits
Writer(s): Malcolm Livingston, Samuel Dorelien
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