Saint's Letter

Mastered all the masters For the bastards and the bagless The girls that added asses Now they asking where the cash is To come from corner stores But now we clash in Calabasas And I'll leave a bitch Boxes packing like I was Cashious That's before he was Muhammad Good god said the woman Consummate the soul God's gold in her stomach See I know you put in it Everything you gain from it And whatever I put out I probably got the same coming Ah I would never snitch I let time tell The question of the best It ain't a question I rhyme well Beyond sells Hempies for my blimpies Be gone shells keep long shells The villain when the feeling has gone stale The bombs sail like a ship You got to feel the shift Know this shits a wave And niggas see it's sick Know this shits a flav niggas know the script This shit is more a gift I still patrol wit stick eh Zaziato in a masiauto Getting money for the day Still trying to buy tomorrow Thinking everything for sale That's what get you hell When fear win and hope fails That's what tilt the scales Foolish pride had me fighting tides Constant hater of the truth Lover of the lies I'm only human This is what I'm spewing What I believe tween you and me I'm the brother of Judas Reinforcing my protection Full of faith my weapon Just as full as my conviction No missing the message And no need for readjustments No need for corrections And everything is everything All this is shit connected Saint