SAINTS. Lyrics (feat. Rick Ross)

Ayo
Check
Look
Can you feel it?
Woke the demon up to even my odds to win
The bigger the light the quicker they come not losing a bet today
They know me now I’m fixed up ain’t trynna go broke again
Let’s hit the parade
See all these years been trynna get
(Over the fence)
Can’t even lie or pretend
They over looking cos they know I’m
(better than them)
Life’s a movie on demand
Watch how I’m building my way up
Goat status
dreams will pay off
And I shoot for goal playoffs
Life your cigar so blaze off
Yeah it’s time to blow
I’ve been moving in stealth the moves are super quiet
I’ve been Ticking the bomb but got
No time so
Got it all figured out
can never shut me off
Count me out
Knocking down every door unannounced
Rolling stone rock
See O’damm , time to go killem again
Bitch don’t give don’t make me Riddle your pain
It’s in name
Bleeding will not be in vein
Ain’t no way that we gone stop
Had to pick up a new brush
Bring Heat to the scene
Kill em repeat you know the routine
You know what time it is

Hunnid stacks on the watch, hunnid blocks on the dot
Ricky Ross new whip tennis shoes and the socks
I’m up in secret city yeah that boy got that bling on
You better get the phone them bricks selling like ring tones
Stepping out fresh, Stepping out clean
My ** young mob the boy D.P.C
When I’m up in the D, we gone stunt like a dawg
My ** dropped out of school, broke and subject to ball
Don’t worry bout the crackers cause the crackers ain’t sharp
How I’m looking in the Phantom bitch you know that I’m the mob
See the grill in the front, I get the feeling of flaunts
Look how you feeling Ricky Ross I get a million a month
So mob, so mob, how I get it so mob
Pulling up to the trap fresh off of blow jobs
Yeah them thousand-dollar jeans pussy ** tell lies
If you waiting on the side boy just hit my cell back