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letra de sleep deprived - sleepy saint

lord, forgive me for all of my sins
before you kill me let my team win
forgive my haters for they don’t know better
but to hate a mothaf-cka that’s tryin to make some cheddar
yeah go and let em, yeah go and let em
cause they’ll never find a place that’s ever gonna accept them
yo just take a second and listen up to this blessing
sleep deprived mothaf-cka here’s a f-ckin lesson

verse 1:
pledge of allegiance, under god.
don’t tell me this world don’t seem so odd.
cause they don’t make a race or a place or a face that’s perfect, we
imperfectly the same.
same thoughts, same things, like you got the same brains
call me f-ckin insane only if your b-tch sane
only that’s her real name.
i’m about these real thangs, real gold, real chain
real sleep, real saint, don’t say my name is vain!

chorus

verse 2
witnesses get a witness here
who that mothaf-cka that be talkin that biz
s-a-i-n-t sleepy in this b-tch
and that jealousy sound like some female sh-t, ew.
i’m next in line, you.
you’re losing time.
these are my dreams all by design
all these other rappers goin to resign
b-tch i got the same team.
come and meet pistol sleep,
yeah we deep, 814 family.
gotta be on your sh-t
cause we all too slick
and i ain’t no b-tch.
better tell your whole clique,
that it’s sleepy saint and i don’t kidd.
no jason or gilchrist.
ya’ll full of sh-t like you never had a meal missed.
b-tch i gotta deal with this
remember not eatin meals and sh-t
or should i go back to flippin cars at a dealership
rather be the one spittin bars on some realer sh-t
tell me mothaf-cka what’s it take to be the illest here?
sicker than most, every year gonna be our year, yeah.
derrick rose, tore my acl last year.
still running it, b-tch. right here on my back heels. b-st-rds.

chorus

verse 3:
i’ve raised the stakes for everyone.
so tell me that i won’t make it son
as long as i was waiting on someone to come and put me on.
but now look what i created. look what i created.
a young white kid in altoona rapping and i’m having haters.
f-ck you all. i’m coming strong like i never had a nut at all.
dedicated my whole life to playin basketball.
started three years after saying “i was too small”
now my status like no hair, b-tch i’m too bald.
but i’ll never give praise to where it ain’t due.
so don’t think for these rhymes i should have to thank you.
cause you ain’t in my brain as much as you think you really are but we both
know, that sh-t just ain’t true.
try to be me? b-tch, you have a hard to being you.
getting stuck in my scene, mothaf-cka look around dude.
i just worked a 9 to 5, came home, got in the booth.
i need to kiss no ones -ss, excuse me, f-ck you.

chorus

my father got a new phone the other day and texted me.
he said “you get cash for doin what you love, then let’s heavenly.”
sh-t, i told em i would not give up, cause failure is my enemy.
i seen my mom cry at my first show and she knew it was meant to be.
so b-tch, i’m a star that shine and my sisters could tell you everything.
but f-ck it, so right here in this moment, this is my everything.
so f-ck ya’ll do anything. so f-ck ya’ll try anything.

young saint, heavy hated and imitated, three high.

- sleepy saint

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