Fame

Hey, hello and hi
This is my lil rhyme
I'd give it bloody anything
To get it fame; to shine
I'm like any other rapper
I start out making schemes
But these ain't even close to the ones I always need
I don't steal words, I only steal beats that are free
And right now there's a pizza in the oven just packin up the heat for my weed

9 cats
9 lives
9 deaths
Fuck the Pussycat Dolls in the ass
Y'all bitches ain't ever showing any class
I don't want no fags, just my grass
Everything I do is fucking great
It ain't a mess
It ain't a fest
It's not a carnival full of clowns
Just a game of chess
I am never like the rest
I don't give a shit
I only call up bitches from the ground to make them from the last to the best

Cause I'm just a helpful guy
All these sidehoes comin at me like a train, it is time to shine
When the motherfuckers try to blaze a hotbox, they try to ask me for a light
And I got the light
Since I got the light
I have arrived
Yes, I have arrived
The Saint has arrived
It's goin down tonight (ayy)

FBI to the ATT
I've been MIA as I am a CIT
Let me do a NCK
It says that you're JFK
Oh, JK, the name's Lil Saint
'namsayn?

If you make cents then
That is non-sense
Because when I come up to the stage then I make dozens from your parents
I'm not KSI, but I'm a God like Beerus
I put a lotta M's on my six figure triggers
Chicks be callin up my phone cause they be the gold diggers
I ignore them and tell 'em to get a broke cheater
So I don't need to go to their place and fucking beat her

You people ain't got nothin on me x3
Cause I destroy your bloody heartbeat with my bloody rhyme schemes

Shoutout to Rosegold Beats