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letra de knock the hustle [remix] - saint (ca)

old friends turn to haters
i’m constantly demonstrating how i could become the greatest
my songs are revelations, words of god above he’s guiding my pen through pages
tell you frequent i’m immortal been doing this sh-t for ages
every single chapter written by yours truly
director of my life that’s how you know it’s a good movie
oscars every year, i’m seated closely to george clooney
sold 2nd time platinum you can’t say that i am losing
like tell me who ain’t losing? sh-t that’s a simple ass question
rappers popping out thе ground like it’s the herpеs infection
it’s pretty clear that writing music has become its own blessing
but these people only rapping bout their drugs and collections
you call-collecting, never paying the charge for your dues
scapegoating everybody even those in your crew
i can’t relate to all your songs when you talk expensive shoes
but that’s the point you can’t relate cuz i’m too different from you
cherish the difference, i think about my beautiful children
hope to meet them maybe soon once i do enter commitment
teach them virtues, then they’ll grow up and they’ll have their first kisses
hope they don’t follow through my steps cuz i grew up to be ignorant
and f-ck a top 5 list, i’m the greatest and that’s evident
claiming isn’t action it’s just words u have it said not done
building my own studio if you ask me no it’s not for fun cuz god showed me the future let me tell you it looks elegant
elephants stay in the room, i’ll guide them out we speak about it baby stay the noon
look at my shoulder see the devil ask him please to move then look straight to my right i see no angel guess i’m getting screwed
but im gon’ never fail
my numbers raising like when fat b-tches step on the scale
you’re steady dropping like black friday and it’s lowest sales
walk in the room these b-tches happy they start wagging tails
telling me they love me don’t believe em like a fairy tale
and its too hard to put my pride aside
when every rapper in my city sounds the same i swear their sharing lines
wishing they could have mine
stating their payments on their clothes but we all know that wealth is a state of mind
i tell them give them time, because the music is coming
academic grade student in a class filled with dummies
your just mad because we know that you ain’t physically stunting
i’ll take you off of every song you get left off like joe budden
without the turkey i’m stuffing, every penny in my pocket like a bag filled with homework
fly songs keep me jet lagged every night i am working
i’m growing up to buy a jet then fly it off somewhere perfect
got ex friends like hex bags cuz they be doing the cursing
sh-t i just hope i’m respected
score my goals before the 90 like my name was d. beckham
keep my songs within my circle we sharing the same perspective cuz cozz said the least expected always end up to get it, young immigrant got accepted

- saint ca

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