[Saint]

Remix

Sometimes this hobby makes me wonder how long i'll be poor,
Cuz i'm sick of living dead broke, like the bolt locks on my door
I'm angry; get piss drunk then stumble up staircases
Have the drive for the green but no fair-way to make this
I stay faceless and slap the taste out a racists mouth
Pace it out day trippin until my rubber soul erases doubt
What J's about...progress - yes I build that
Skilled cat w/ a slim chance to move but my landgrant's still phat.
IN black. big gats peel back where I'm coming from,
run and gun, strafe left then right - this one is done and done.
what I pack is cumbersome; this hiking bag for slumber son
Pick one to be on the ball - I feel like I'm jesst waiting til my numbers come
Death is a lottery; meds or lobotamies...life's gotta be crazy,
If ether/takeover im hot for a new york minute - Nas and Jay-z.
Pour out the vodka fif take the drink cop a swig
Make or break em, take the bacon then you know that kevin fought the pigs.
Cuz if retail don't see sales, press on like cheap nails
Hip hop is the selling line in subject matter and all the rest is just details