SONS OF SAINT

Rest In Peace Speaker Knockerz I think I’m Erica Kane All of these niggas is All My Children They is all one in the same Hold up lil nigga, refrain Watch how you speak on my name Bang with the gang, them niggas insane Leave ya picture on a Hanes All these niggas is my kids Somebody get em a bib I was the nigga with all of the work They was begging for a shift Shorty beggin for the dick Dick in her ribs, beggin for a kid Now she beggin for a Lyft Peasants always beggin for some shit But f*ck it, get back to the script Presidential, f*ck a running mate All of these niggas is Sons of Saint I walk it, I talk it, they emulate All of these niggas is Sons of Saint I just made another bag (Woah!) You niggas goin out sad (Woah!) On my name they talkin bad (No!) Don’t you know that I’m ya dad, tho? Wait a minute Just caught a play, this could take a minute I whip the pot like a baby in it Then I hit the block in Mercedes tinted, witcho lady in it Flossin’ Remember a nigga was walkin Now it’s 15 for the walk in Spend it, don’t care what it’s costing I see you stalking my Twitter I see you watching my Insta Tryna walk like me, talk like me Better get ya drip up Feel like Vader, I’m ya father Before I die, I’ll be a martyr Body a nigga like Casey Anthony And I bet I beat the charges Shout to my lawyers, woah Presidential, f*ck a running mate All of these niggas is Sons of Saint I walk it, I talk it, they emulate All of these niggas is Sons of Saint I just made another bag (Woah!) You niggas goin out sad (Woah!) On my name they talkin bad (No!) Don’t you know that I’m ya dad, tho? Wait a minute I’m putting niggas on time out F*ck up next, my time now Take what I want, it’s mine now Nigga, ya grounded, all of these niggas is childish I’m taking back ya allowance Nigga said WHAT? You say my name and get routed, f*ck shit don’t allow it Niggas ain’t bout it, I’m smokin loud out in public My niggas like “Saint, yo, you wildin” F*ck is you sayin? Went to the land with the bands And now, look at me, bitch I’m the man Took a few grams and a plan Split the ends with my mans Bout to run that shit back up again I got a bitch from Japan Told her you and ya friend Come and hop in this bulletproof Benz And you know i’m blowin... Presidential, f*ck a running mate All of these niggas is Sons of Saint I walk it, I talk it, they emulate All of these niggas is Sons of Saint I just made another bag (Woah!) You niggas goin out sad (Woah!) On my name they talkin bad (No!) Don’t you know that I’m ya dad, tho? Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute