Saint Cloud - Serious Business

Yah, hahahahaha
I’m so serious, tired of waiting, it’s a burden Oh (Aye)
Obligated under observation, til they pay me Ooh
It’s just business (It’s just business)
Are you listening, did you hear me? (Are you listening)
Just know! (Just know)
Do I need a witness, this is Serious Business (Aye)
I want my paper
There no way out (No way out)
Cloudy days can't save ya (Can't save ya)
Bitch nigga better pay up
I want my paper, straight up
No time to watch the Merry go
Round and round the rim like lay up
And one for the Frio Minds going crazy, cuz you late bruh
that's the kinda foul play that ain't playa, think I'm playing
Muleover the situation that you making
You mistaken, going Liam Neeson while I’m waiting on my paper
No hesistation, I'ma Undertaker
Take her Under, I'm make her honest (Make her honest)
Out here making that money like she want it
Somebody come get her, she dancing like a stripper
It's a price-list when you pay the toll to the afterlife wit ya soul sold
Pay back for what she owe me
Its a Grim benefit, when I reap what she sow me, yeah
Ya, I want my paper (I want my paper)
Ya, I want my paper (Ya, ya, I want my paper)
There no safe place to hide out, I'ma find out
Married to the game, yeah i signed up on the dotted line just to get my dollar signs up
Multiplying like I'm Einstein
High out my mind, but i still go up
Yeah, I'm bout to blow up
As-Salaam-Alaikum when I roll up
No hold ups
Stack the bag way way up (Way way up)
Ain't no way out unless it weigh out (Ain't no way out)
Beautiful mind creating chaos (Creating chaos)
Writing equations on the pavement (On the pavement)
They wont save us, cuz they hate us (Why they hate us?)
That's the kinda foul play that ain't playa
Think I'm playing? (Aye aye)
Naw, I ain't playing (I ain't playing, aye aye aye aye)
Naw, I ain't playing
Catch me causing mayhem in the am (In the am)
Every Sunday morning singing Amen (Singing Amen)
To the words of a man, wit my brain washing to the cadence (Brain washing to the cadence)
I'll hallelujah, if he say ten (If he Satan)
When he judge the moves i'm making (Judge the moves i'm making)
Playing bones in the graveyard (Bones in the graveyard)
Lost my faith at the crossroads, at the altar looking for a way in
No (No!)

Written by:
Bernard Reynolds Jr

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