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letra de who am i? - southside saint (rapper)

i’m in naij i didn’t get shipped
i escaped, my life got saved
my mumsy thinks i’m a saint
she don’t know what i did way back in the day
year 8 had a long ass blade
you can’t even blame me the streets weren’t safe
trust me we ain’t the same
if you saw what i saw you’d go insane

who am i?
a tough young african man
i know i was born to be great
even when mum never had much pay
she made sure that her sons were safe
but young saint i was going astray
turned to the roads tryna find my way
i know i was called to be more than a rapper
i’m searching my soul tryna find my lane

can’t lie i don’t even know what to say
but lemme just talk bout the days on the ends
back then i never had sh-t to my name
i were young dumb broke tryna make some bread
i was 13 with a shank on my waist
going kway on the train in my dusty crep
i was smart for my age
but its sad, cause i didn’t even make year 10
used to run man down in my kickers
now i’m naij outside in slippers
looking at old school pictures
think bout the sh-t that i did with my n-ggas
i could have been riding a bird no pigeon
now i’m naija speaking in pidgin

omo, e no easy my guy
come to naij you’ll see real life

see as i dey, its just money i like
f-ck breast and nyash, it’s cash on my mind
the truth is there ain’t no one in naij who’s harder than me
i could bet on my life
i rep my side, green white till i die
and till death do us part, i’mma stick with guys
they move left saint moves right
i’m in my own lane i’m ahead of my time

who am i? a young black boy
from south london who the streets called saint
one of the worst in the whole of the ends
but you never would’ve guessed when you saw my face
i was raised on the side of the thames
where the streets ain’t safe, guns get blazed
i spray pepper on any ones face
real yoruba boy this runs in my veins
i’m tryna retrace my steps
right my wrongs, through the bars mans writing
it ain’t long till i blow, but its not overnight
no lie man its all due timing
i don’t even talk too much i just make moves
it come like i’m miming
you’re looking for someone like me
you won’t find it, why?
’cause saint is a diamond

year 7 i could have been a baller
could’ve got scouted but i was a goon
my bro was on trial for academy
till he got caught out pedalling food
from the right wing right to the wing
i know how he feels cause i f-cked up too
i thank god for my freedom
i could’ve joined him, but they never had adequate proof

from rideouts to okada rides
from selling pebs to napeps
long time i ain’t seen my guys
or stepped my feet on the ends
i can’t lie i miss all my friends but i can’t return the beef is intense
my guy died my n-ggas in pen
i ain’t tryna join him so i stick to my pen
who am i? a future legend
my favourite weapons, my pad and my pen
i’ve grown up now i’m using my sense
i’m using my talent to make some m’s
of course i’ll put on my friends
lumz and tunrin my bro’s till death
disrespect, you know what’s next
its fully on deck you ain’t gotta guess

- southside saint rapper

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