Saint

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They call me a saint
I'm not a saint
Making it rain, my picture is paint
Making you faint with all of my bling
This is insane, I'm not a saint. (2x)

(1st Verse)

Dodging you haters like matrix
Your bars are so fucking basic
Flying from L.A. to Vegas
Everybody know I'm famous
Stay in your own fucking lane
We celebrating champagne
When we're done I could explain
Fuck on your girl she my main, when I'm with her make it rain
Me and my boys golden chains
We flying in private plane
Music thing is my domain
Taking L's you so lame
Rich people we're same
So dumb you got no brain
You the dark knight but I'm bane

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(2nd Verse)

I got the recipe
I sense the jealousy
I got telepathy
Pull up no felonies
My mind ahead of me
I am a charity
Shoot you like Kennedy
Sipping the Hennessy
I got the melody
You are a parody
Of what I was meant to be
You are so dead to me
You are my enemy
That is your destiny
Fuck your identity
This my legacy

Switching like channels on a TV
Tear this rap up like I am Fetty
Haters going to hate cause they petty
Y'all people ain't ready
Cash credit got cards
You trash junk yard
All I do is spit bars
So rich bought a car
Took your girl to mars
Jimmy Hendrix guitar
Paranormal bizzare
Santa clause north star
Pulling up jaguars
Smoking up cigars
Praying at seminars

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