Who's Saint?

(Please recharge and try again) Okay, okay (MiddleManOnTheBeat) Ohhh, this how we kick it right? Mhmm aight, thank God Uh-huh My nigga I'm Saint The boy from the hood This music my mood This rap is my paint And it'll leave you with stains Leave you feelin' insane, when I'm spittin' my pain Or maybe spittin' ishh that you could maybe relate too That put me in the ring since the age of eight And got me runnin' streets at the age of sixteen But fast forward, it's all history Cause I'm movin' like a train That moves in the cities or maybe in the states So ain't no comparisons, since well I'm thee only Saint Cause I look different, I'm like a zebra between horses Also move different, not like a dancer but like MJ Even flow different, nothin' Shady but a bit Common I ain't done, get it? 365, Monday to Monday, twenty-four seven (Aight) I'm up in the joint with the pen and paper Or up in the gym drippin' some millions Or cozy in bed readin' the Bible Or the Robert Kiyosaki's piece tryna to gather some wisdom Or scrubbin' the dishes just to secure the bag But let me leave it right there Cause that's a story for another day And I ain't even know what else to say But I was Born in the rain, and I'm Saint