You're not a Saint... You're not a Saint... You're not a Saint... You're not a Saint... You're never safe... You're never safe... No... Where we at? Blockworks, yeah Mafia, let's get it I'm not a savior nor a saint Tote 30's and sticks with an open case I try to behave when I know I can't Sole purpose of this is to motivate What's the ticket, shit we can negotiate Take a toke of the loud while a pour a drank White gold on the dial on my rollie face Bro got his parole waitin' on a date No break dancin, all brick action Thought I heard a broke bitch big cappin' Catch 'em out in public I'ma bitch slap em' Mad 'cause I'm rich and my wrist platinum Finna' smash a hundred graham crackers down 90 day run now I'm back in town With a hunny bun, no cap and gown Put the play together with that jackie brown Sold 'em 4 O's out a Audi truck Put in work together, had to clean it up Did some dirt together, seen me dirt a nigga Never once again did he bring it up Never needed love, all I need is trust No fear, greed, jealousy or lust Judge gave 'cause 120 months Bro gave me the plug, told me keep in touch You're not a Saint... You're not a Saint... You're not a Saint... You're not a Saint... You're never safe... You're never safe... No... I'm not a Saint nor a savior Nigga worse than my bitch she a label whore I can not be contained; my behavior Like, the fuck do you fuck niggas take me for? If it's for the taking, we already took it Should have paid his ticket, we already booked it Come with me - run, quick, see, look'it Brick of his scene, I'ma try to push it Thousand grams, you ain't never hooked it up at the table, let a chef cook it Took it out of town in a Drought How you right handed but you left footed? Steppin' on shit, don't get stomped on Get you stampeded from them TEC Bullets In the drug zone like I'm Embiid reppin 76 Nigga had the ruler clip pokin' out the Hermès hoodie I was trying to make the scale totter teater Niggas lookin for me I ain't hard to find I'm on Hell Block with the Concreatures Free all the guys still on Demon Time Long Live my real niggas dead and gone 165 pounds skin and bones You know how we comin 227 strong You're not a Saint... You're not a Saint... You're not a Saint... You're not a Saint... You're never safe... You're never safe... No...