Saint Soldier - ZIRCONIA

Saint, these fake rappers got nothing on ya
They lie through the grill with cubic zirconia's
Ask for their two cents, nothing to loan ya
Well fuck around with me and catch pneumonia
Cold ass flow, it's a fucking glacier
But it don't move slow, it'll outpace ya
My OPPs know I'm naughty by nature
All my homies blowin' up, hyperinflation, yeah
Homies blowin' up, elevator
I'm goin' up, and I mean it
I ain't do enough, delegate it
Higher power stuff
Homies blowin' up, elevator
I'm goin' up, and I mean it
I ain't do enough, delegate it
Higher power SUPPP
Shoutouts to the highest of high
And when we die it's a vibe
And if society cries, then they don't know whassup
They're like psoriasis, dry of knowledge
I isn't wise or polished
I'm just a guy that's always showin' up
Saint, these fake rappers got nothing on ya
They lie through the grill with cubic zirconia's
Ask for their two cents, nothing to loan ya
Well fuck around with me and catch pneumonia
Cold ass flow, it's a fucking glacier
But it don't move slow, it'll outpace ya
My OPPs know I'm naughty by nature
All my homies blowin' up, hyperinflation
It was a divine intervention
I let go the line of defenses
Only needed time and attention
Now I lace it in these rhymes every sentence
Yeahhhhhhh
Yes I'm doin' fine now that you mention
Money stackin' like a pension
God's backing my intention, woah
They can't hold me back like it's detention
On this track with good suspension
Swervin' in between dimensions, wooaah
My mechanics are different, I'll put a wrench in all your plans though
My shit is flowin' like there's no tension on the can though
Pressure from gangstas, I know the G-Force I can handle
It's all in the wrist, you'll feel the G-Shock from my hand though
You'll get bitch slapped when I clap back
And to be Frank like the Rat Pack
Y'all Mickey Mouse when you rap that
That last track should have a laugh track
Got a blicky in my knapsack
I call it that cause you'll nap nap
Go Ricky on you, that's that
Gets tricky when I brap, brap
Saint, these fake rappers got nothing on ya
They lie through the grill with cubic zirconia's
Ask for their two cents, nothing to loan ya
Well fuck around with me and catch pneumonia
Cold ass flow, it's a fucking glacier
But it don't move slow, it'll outpace ya
My OPPs know I'm naughty by nature
All my homies blowin' up, hyperinflation, yeah

Written by:
Amritpal Saggu

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