SAINTS

Ayo, check [Verse 1] Look Can you feel it? Woke the demon up to even my odds to win (Okay) The bigger the light, the quicker they come Not losing a bet today They know me now, I′m fixed up Ain't tryna go broke again Let′s hit the parade See all these years been tryna get (Over the fence) Can't even lie or pretend They over looking 'cause they know I'm (Better than them) Life′s a moviе on demand Watch how I′m building my way up GOAT status, dreams will pay off And I shoot for [? goal/goat], playoffs Light your cigar, so blaze off Yеah, it's time to blow (Blow, blow) I′ve been moving in stealth The moves are super quiet (Quiet, quiet, quiet) I've been ticking the bomb But got no time so Got it all figured out Can never shut me off Count me out Knocking down every door unannounced Rolling stone rock [?], time to go kill 'em again (Again) Bitch, don′t give a fuck Don't make me riddle your pain It's in the name Bleeding will not be in vein Ain′t no way that we gon' stop Had to pick up a new brush Bring heat to the scene Kill ′em, repeat You know the routine (Maybach Music) You know what time it is... [Verse: Rick Ross] Hunnid stacks on the watch Hunnid blocks on the dot Ricky Ross new whip Tennis shoes and the socks I'm up in secret city Yeah, that boy got that bling on You better get the phone Them bricks selling like ring tones I′m stepping out fresh I'm stepping out clean My nigga young mob the boy D.P.C When I′m up in the D We gon' stunt like a dog My niggas dropped out of school But we subject to ball Don't worry bout the crackers 'cause the crackers ain′t sharp How I'm looking in the Phantom Bitch, you know that I'm the mob See the grill in the front I get the feeling of flaunts Fuck how you feeling Ricky Ross I get a million a month So mob, so mob How I get it so mob (So mob) Pulling up to the trap Fresh off of blow jobs (Blow jobs) Yeah, them thousand-dollar jeans Pussy niggas tell lies If you waiting on the side Boy, just hit my cell back