Hail Olde Saint

Uh god aint usin preachers no more Even durin biblical times he aint use preachers he used prophets Only writin for the righteous when I write my songs But even saints gotta right they wrongs Saint From all of America To all over Africa To all the peddlers Every soldier that's baggin up When opposition start trippin That's what we packin for Was never all bout the moolah Cause we been havin dough for Every single cent of pride Make a dolla die Quantify my quality Like I don't qualify You in the basin Where I'm roasting raisins Walter lee younger Son of sun Without the stagin Promised my momma we would make it out She said son we wasn't in it whatchu talkin bout Didn't get it then think I got it now Lose a single sense of love for every dolla found Success expensive swear the cost tremendous And I'm servin y'all wit love like I was playin tennis I'm talkin nil I ain't givin zilch I see that pressure you applyin but the job is filled Life is a mystery full of histories Tales of defeated told in the victories Legends get narrower wit the mentionin Gotta trump all my vices like I was pence and nem Back against the wall we on the fence again And this shit will spread if you don't fence it in You'd think I had life from all this sentencing Puttin buttons under bentleys like I'm Benjamin Pushin 40 still pullin 40s Nigga playin in the d like I'm berry gordy Confederates want my freedom I beat em like glory Really heavy my defense I outdo em wit scorin Jordan Jeffrey I deserve a espy Jagr on ice on my hip A couple gretzkys Trash bag on the cash Hope that shit is hefty Was born a genius and a lefty I knew he would bless me Saint