I am the Saint Rogers, you ain't heard the name yet
I've been lane switching, motherfuckers tryna stay wet
You ain't heard the saint 'cause he ain't praise you with a visit
I've been carrying the ones, and I've been counting all my digits
I've been in it, they've been sleeping, I've been reaping all the benefits
Stashing cash money ain't the motive, I've been wrecking shit
Passing gas like bitches eating Taco Bell for breakfast
I'm the next Godzilla, put the name on the guest list
Coming apart, I'm right out of the furnace, I know that you heard it
This honey is magic, and fuck all them ratchets
I'm back in the attic, recording the static
Remember this moment, I'll give you a minute
Hit after hit but they try to forget it
You already said it, I know that you with it
I'm loving the music but sick of the business

Everything is fire walking through the district
Tryna heal all this damage when you know it's cystic
Fuck the king, fuck the guard, fuck the city
I'm a bloodhound looking for a felon over 50
It's the new sound, baby, are you with me?
Hold your ground 'cause it gets a little shifty
I ain't had to drop the drink but I feel a little tipsy
All this acid everywhere making motherfuckers trippy

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