Young Westin - Not A Saint

Planning more trips, scallops in Santorini
This road is easy if you treat it like you never seen it
Retired D'usse help me focus, champagne in bellinis
This is Boy Meets World but I'm wise as Mr. Feeny
Wicced Hours all these times feeling catastrophic
If we talking elevation let us land on profit
If I'm being honest seen more pounds than a trending topic
All my verses up for bids
Who got the highest auction
Gold chains, designer fragrance, who gets the flyest
This is special cloth like it came straight from the Mayans
In the studio with the best of them, man's hella quiet
But when them cameras come out all these niggas start to riot
Knowledge frugal every convo had to pay attention
They feel the tension when I speak you listen to a legend
And you can't be who you are you wanna feel accepted
Battle tested, care less about a fucking skeptic
Bible verses from my father text me every morning
His son is soaring, city shaking yeah amongst his aura
It's feeling realer every time we mashing in them foreigns
I was gonna find a way writing these ghetto poems
Concrete tables in my living space
Me I'm on a difference pace
Touring around the interstates
Basic niggas can't relate
Fakes we don't integrate
All my brothers sharing plates
Lot of fruit that's better weight
Every session turns into a business meeting
Homies all playing they records
Arguing whose flow the meanest
Me I'm on them Four Agreements
Learning about the art of Egypt
I don't do the gossip shit, if it's problems it's between us
Streets will give you options never asked about
We ain't had no role models
All we wanted cash and clout
Bumping all my old shit always chose the scenic route
Problems and this bread shit both of them are hard to count

Written by:
Phil Zuniga

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