Anthony Kannon & Saint Kid - Saint Kannon

Told Saint when I rap, I'm the perfect combination
Probably would spit, but I prefer a conversation
Started in the trap, filling certain obligations
Monopoly the block and leave a working operation
They don't get no respect, they be telling wives tales
Ask if he down for the ride like a Clydesdale
Local nigga, made 5 racks off of my sales
Boy cotton soft, I'ma Molotov cocktail
Chilling with a bombshell
Sitting at the crib, probably sipping something top shelf
Chilling tryna watch 12
Mom went to prison, can't imagine how my pops felt
Almost died way too many times, I know god well
You get to praying when you near death
Been in so many situations, in my heart-there's no fear left
What you know about sheer stress
Cheers to success, I'm just hoping that my peers next
I done reached so many milestones
If a hater call me up, all he getting is the dial tone
I don't mess with you style clones
All originality, 100%
I had love for the homie, he was fucking with meth
PTSD.. It was numbing the stress
Bruh OD'd, what you expect
Relying on the drugs, is just Russian roulette
Wake up every morning, phone flooded with texts.. It's weird if I'm telling the truth
Never thought I'd see the day that someone from a different country hit me just to say That I'm the best in the booth
You do it for the clout, I do it for my fam
I do it cuz I want to, you do it for the gram
I do it for the love, I do it for the bands
I'll forever have music in my plans, give a damn

Written by:
Anthony Henry

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