New Saints
Ooolalaaa yeah
Aye look
Still ain't found me the brakes yet
Motha fuckas out here moving slo-mo
Deep cuts and the cups brimmed
Man all them tracks is my promo
Coco or the Dodo ain't nothing that I'm moving so-so
All they records got new records got a lot of forgettable quotes hoe
Riding through my sixth sense
Blue pills
Rent checks
Liable to kill you all been switched From single to worst yet
Automatic
I can't exit this bitch with a clean slate
It's Stairways to Heaven the boy been Carrying dead weight
Was macaroni ain't no steak
You only missing shots
You don't take or you
Don't create
It's
Records more lively than broad days Alaska six strains
Ammo shots for areas you ain't got no Chest plates
It's
Seven shots in and I'm carrying eight
It's
Treated like pregame
The first half I'm going in
Whole season hitting like heatwaves
I'm the New Saint
You
You are just a spectator them seats they cost you five 'k
It's
Whole lotta forward progression
That was once going sideways
It's airports to driveways
Was
Always giving my love to the wrong things
You say it's all changed
Yeah
It happens
Places you couldn't access
People lose interactions
It's all just there in the past tense
And I'm back in
Moncler's with a handkerchief
No napkin
Ya'll sickening it's maddening I got payments matched for they actions
Not happening
Where they mortgage at?
Gotta take 'em home 'fore they burn Them one like Akron
I got mad love for an old thing turn an old thing into a wedding ring
I gotta' hit my dance
Before I up and leave
A lot of prior hads'
What you want with me?
Heard Fake Love gotta' ring to it
You and I put a ring on it
30 million on my new Embiid gotta' Ring the block for the family
No publicity the whole industry needs Back up
Gotta pack up where the seven at?
Go assassin
Where the dub been at?
What's happenin'?
Where the story going with a lap dance?
Stay strapped in
Got tracks, daggers
Still unpack a seven
What I'm carrying a package
Pull yourself together coming in
You know what I'm asking
Everything to switch up
Dollied up
They calling up
Off the lala they causing up
Come on with a photo and em captions?
None of them reactions caused by luck We strapped in
This ain't that when wipe me down
Oceans wild
Sharks gon' swim they hungry now
Plotting on my ends
Yeah, you and I
We don't survive in the ends
Counting blessings
Swear they tearing up my eyes
Can't fuck with them
Girl got to give them sighs
Look me in my eyes
Aye look
Still ain't found me the brakes yet
Motha fuckas out here moving slo-mo
Deep cuts and the cups brimmed
Man all them tracks is my promo
Coco or the Dodo ain't nothing that I'm moving so-so
All they records got new records got a lot of forgettable quotes hoe
Riding through my sixth sense
Blue pills
Rent checks
Liable to kill you all been switched From single to worst yet
Automatic
I can't exit this bitch with a clean slate
It's Stairways to Heaven the boy been Carrying dead weight
Was macaroni ain't no steak
You only missing shots
You don't take or you
Don't create
It's
Records more lively than broad days Alaska six strains
Ammo shots for areas you ain't got no Chest plates
It's
Seven shots in and I'm carrying eight
It's
Treated like pregame
The first half I'm going in
Whole season hitting like heatwaves
I'm the New Saint
You
You are just a spectator them seats they cost you five 'k
It's
Whole lotta forward progression
That was once going sideways
It's airports to driveways
Was
Always giving my love to the wrong things
You say it's all changed
Yeah
It happens
Places you couldn't access
People lose interactions
It's all just there in the past tense
And I'm back in
Moncler's with a handkerchief
No napkin
Ya'll sickening it's maddening I got payments matched for they actions
Not happening
Where they mortgage at?
Gotta take 'em home 'fore they burn Them one like Akron
I got mad love for an old thing turn an old thing into a wedding ring
I gotta' hit my dance
Before I up and leave
A lot of prior hads'
What you want with me?
Heard Fake Love gotta' ring to it
You and I put a ring on it
30 million on my new Embiid gotta' Ring the block for the family
No publicity the whole industry needs Back up
Gotta pack up where the seven at?
Go assassin
Where the dub been at?
What's happenin'?
Where the story going with a lap dance?
Stay strapped in
Got tracks, daggers
Still unpack a seven
What I'm carrying a package
Pull yourself together coming in
You know what I'm asking
Everything to switch up
Dollied up
They calling up
Off the lala they causing up
Come on with a photo and em captions?
None of them reactions caused by luck We strapped in
This ain't that when wipe me down
Oceans wild
Sharks gon' swim they hungry now
Plotting on my ends
Yeah, you and I
We don't survive in the ends
Counting blessings
Swear they tearing up my eyes
Can't fuck with them
Girl got to give them sighs
Look me in my eyes
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Writer(s): Dean Orozco
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