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letra de arrogant manners - saint b

[sample: coach burke]
they were yellin’ in our house
bad. idea
you don’t yell in someone else’s house
really it’s our home
i want to prove it out there
we’re not playing in here, we’re playing out there
we’re playing out there, not in here

[intro: saint b]
she say saint b
“why you cut them off? boy you ain’t kanye”
b-tch whatever it is, you know i’m gonna do it my way
i upgraded my latina, who is your beyoncé?
triple digits on an alley, drivin’ on a highway

[hook: saint b]
who did you thought that i was?
seventh grade i seen that blood on the carpet
it’s stained in my head, and it’s stained on the rug
this is the reason i never do drugs
man i’m so grateful i’m outta depression
cuz i seen it takin’ the ones that i love
pray to my god that he show you my heart
cuz i know that you’re gone, but your spirit above
but it turned me to saint
all of these people mistakin’ my ego for confidence
well i got somethin’ to say
i am a product of all of my trauma
that i had to face when i was a young age
i had to grow up way quicker than all of the people
that seem they got somethin’ to say
he said i’m c-cky, and she think i’m arrogant
give me the record i’m settin’ it strai-ight
[ad-lib: saint b]
ok, ok

[verse 1: saint b]
who do i gotta address?
try naming someone i didn’t impress
she want me back i don’t settle for less
i got 99 problems and shawty ain’t 1 of them
i’m with her friend and she givin’ me neck
then she makin’ it wet like poseidon it’s silent
i feel like i’m drake how i’m showin’ “finesse”
yea (yea, yea, yea,)
kick her out of the room like she booted
i’m a demon she think that i’m cupid
stayin’ solid forever no fluid
i’m the g-o-a-t undisputed
in the stu’ with the blunt and i’m zooted
puttin’ smoke in the air it’s polluted
no debate that i’m boutta go stupid
put it on mama that i’m boutta get it “forever on go”
my homie try slimin’ me out on the low
you f-ckin’ me over like i wouldn’t know
i sit in my thought and i hold my control
you so disrespectful i’m boutta revolt
you switchin’ it up from a friend to a foe
he lucky that i didn’t fight and went home
like red in the kitchen is ugly fasho
i’m holdin’ it back, you ain’t’ under attack
but i light up yo pack, cuz i’m wanting the smo-oke
and i gotta deal with the fact that my cuz tell my sister
that she doesn’t like me no mo’
she go to my school, but i think we divided
she live in o-hill, but i stay in thoreau
got different beliefs, but you family, i love you
i hope when you see me you sayin’ h-llo
my family hate me like-
[hook: saint b]
who did you thought that i was?
seventh grade i seen that blood on the carpet
it’s stained in my head, and it’s stained on the rug
this is the reason i never do drugs
man i’m so grateful i’m outta depression
cuz i seen it takin’ the ones that i love
pray to my god that he show you my heart
cuz i know that you’re gone, but your spirit above
but it turned me to saint
all of these people mistakin’ my ego for confidence
well i got somethin’ to say
i am a product of all of my trauma
that i had to face when i was a young age
i had to grow up way quicker than all of the people
that seem they got somethin’ to say
he said i’m c-cky, and she think i’m arrogant
give me the record i’m settin’ it strai-ight

[verse 2: saint b]
can’t put the rumor to bed
i took a knife and i severed the tie with somebody
that i would consider a friend
boy gotta me seein’ a “whole lotta red”
man that sh-t really hurt when i realized
you takin’ advantage of innocent people for bread
i’m a victim, i found out the money i paid for a feature
support your addiction, i’m dead
b-tch (b-tch, b-tch, b-tch)
homie claim he the “neighborhood hero”
cut the act, you ain’t robert de niro
said he “down 4 you”, but he a weirdo
how you scammin’ your bro for dinero
man i hope that your “writing” your “wrongs”
i had to “break” down the “wall(s)”
i had to lay down the law, for all of the people involved
i think it’s pathetic that you really poppin’ ‘em percs
i can’t say no name, but i’m callin’ ‘em dirk
cuz you fading off of the surface of earth
it’s crazy i used to look up to somebody
reality hit, now they down in the dirt
the people that got the most talent, be losing it all
and i guess that’s the way that it works
the karma is bound to blow up on yo ass
like osama, satanic, i take ‘em to church
i tell ‘em “it is what it is”
he know that i know what is was
anytime i step right onto the scene
i’m thankin’ the father above (bove, bove)
all my supports, they wait for my album
cuz it’s how i get it in blood (blood, blood)
i had to tighten my circle
now homie gon’ f-ck with
the crows and the doves (doves, doves)
[verse 3: saint b]
watch how they speak on my name
she tell her friends i’m a rapper, but b-tch i’m an artist
like shawty this isn’t a game
n0body there when i put in the pa-innn
had to edit the picture
you know that i’m croppin’ her out of the frame
she in a blunt that i smoke to the clouds
like the cover of “nothing was (ever) the sa-amee”
i’m done

[sample: coach burke]
grab a hand
us, we, together, forever
right here, right here, i need one last dance
i need one of these, i need one of these, one of these
-starts clapping, team starts clapping loudly in response-
1-2-3!

[outro: stoughton black knights football]
hammer!

- saint b

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