Saint (FRXXMix)

[Verse One: Paris Woods]
Working til im tired, Bitch I don't ever stop grindin'
25 in 6 months, yea Nigga perfect timing
How the hell you gon' come up with all them leeches all around you
Bitches jumpin ship but I never ever let it drown me
In middle of the storm no phone calls from these niggas that say they got me
In the mirror staring at the only Nigga that can stop me
Left home told my mama Imma get it and I got it
Ypsilanti in my blood I ain't leave home with out it
They got pistols they ain't leavin' home without 'em
Let a bitch come between my family yea Nigga I doubt it
You ain't gotta scream it if you bout it
We gon' see it if you bout it
When life force you to boss up ain't no way around it

[Verse Two: Eris Dublin]
Sorry, I came with an odor, Sour & Haze the aroma, Nigga
I am not bakin' up soda, ever been wake in a coma? Nigga
That’s in a day then it’s over, still I keep up pace with a sober Nigga
Ya Bitch threw her cake on the boner, how could I take it I owe her Oh her?
Bone a chick out her mind, going in on her spine, controller grip
2, 3 at a time, you, me & 69, that’s showmanship
New keys for the whip, few freaks at the crib, that’s ownership
I ain’t paying for ya time, even if you a dime, you know that shit
Why I always do the hard work, ‘fore i even get her name first
Know they say you gotta Bond first, but I hit her with the James first
Niggas couldn’t handle God’s Work, only in it for the pain percs Benefitting from ya job works, we ain’t in it for the same perks
I ain’t tryna see my mom hurt, I’m opposite of what a Saint is
Not Satan, just saying, showing you what having say is
Growing thinner with the patience, think it’s best not to say shit
Started rapping on Saint Ann’s, everywhere I go is sanction

[Verse Three: Lusive]
Shopping at Saints in the mall I show you how real Niggas ball
Spend 30 seconds on a call, got 30 secs to get it off
FRXX 4 ALL just dropped I got my team I don’t need none of ya so stop it
Center of the main topic got you watching every time a nigga drop shit
I'm free to ball pass E the ball it become a mission hit the 3 we scored
Put ya points on boards & smoking joints with broads
I don’t fall in love but they need the boy
See the boy I'm like Jeter boy, make a Bronx hit like Peter Gunz
Feed the fam, I receive the love, but gotta watch for wolves cause they’ll eat it all
Lil duval living my best life you ain’t living at all
Women they call wanna get close but most just stick to the balls
I stick to the code I'm playing the game and yea I’m making the calls
You faking the fam to just get a name, see niggas don’t fuck with you at all
I got tired of New York so I just crossed the map
Get to see who’s really faking when I’m coming back
I just needed motivation how to boost the trap
Now I built a federation FRXXLANCX yea we back

[Chorus: Paris Woods]
Smoking up the O’s I think
You know I’m ice Cold as my drink
Grab a couple hoes by the waist
You know I always float not sink
Give a fuck what you think
You know I never fold never blink
You know we on the road, on the way
You know I always float not sink