Saints Go Marching In

CHECK
Them crackers salty when they see you getting cheese every morning
Cuban link, on my skin, black with gold, no New Orleans
Talking big easy; til them killers in ya face
Ain't no squares, in my circle, the block, put you in place
Violence like my music, well known I never promote it
My power like politicians, no changing, fuck if you voted
Remind me of childhood, it don't matter who you pick
Red or blue? You independent and rich? Oh yous a lick
My arms, strong, like Louie I ain't talking no designer
More like Steiner. The clones, falling off, no Designer
The king, who reps Queens, devise, the best schemes
And moves, these sixteens, no Jeffrey Epstein
Don't start rumors, just dark humor, y'all niggas funny
Must forgot, Queens Get the Money
Holy Foley, Saint Snick, you corny niggas ain't shit
Peace to Stack Bundles, know they food, time to banquet

Oh you gang? Who brought you in
Tryna claim the hood; what part you been?
Tell they lack heart; they all pretend
See the gates when the saints come marching in
Oh you gang? Who brought you in
Tryna claim the hood; what part you been?
Tell they lack heart; they all pretend
See the gates when the saints come marching in

I block, every pussy with a podcast who face stay in the camera
These niggas, just be talking, don't respect ya, couldn't stand ya
Eddie Brock, from the Rock, I spy the bitches on the web
Look for venom, in person, suddenly "that's not what I said!"
Hope you meant it, I'm demented, been hinted, go do your googles
Then hit me with something useful or fruitful; don't have no scruples
But Pitchfork, and Rolling Stones, critiquing rap? Well what do I know?
Whites, in black spaces, taking spots, vitiligo
Incomparable since a zygote, immaculate since conception
This isn't the Second Coming, I'm merely the resurrection
The perfection of a martyr, no need to go thread the needle
Less you feeble, shit get real, the position they take is fetal
Shun the evil, I am regal, not William I'm talking royalty
These scammers try to pay, with exposure. Bitch where my royalties?
Live by four simple words, "fuck you, pay me"
The abstract villain, nigga, QU, AV

Oh you gang? Who brought you in? (CHECK)
Tryna claim the hood; what part you been?
Tell they lack heart; they all pretend
See the gates when the saints come marching in
Oh you gang? Who brought you in? (Who brought you home, nigga?)
Tryna claim the hood; what part you been? (aye, where you from, nigga?)
Tell they lack heart; they all pretend
See the gates when the saints come marching in
Oh you gang? Who brought you in? (AV)
Tryna claim the hood; what part you been? (QU)
Tell they lack heart; they all pretend
See the gates when the saints come marching in

Gangstas, we been looking all over town for ya
We traveled up, to the Eastside
Couldn't find ya
Ain't that right, D-Von? (Testify)
We traveled up, to the Westside
Couldn't find ya
Ain't that right, D-Von? (Nowhere to be found)
Now, we down here, on the Southside
Once again, no Gangstas to be found
Tell em D-Von (no Gangstas)
But you know what?
I know why we can't find the Gangstas
You ain't nothing but a bunch of pu-pu-pu-pu
Cowards