LYRICS: BURNING THE SAINT

THE COUP OUTSIDE… WE IN THE BUILDING CHILLIN/

THE WORKERS ON THE CORNER… THE COOKER IN THE KITCHEN/

WE GOT LOOK OUTS ALL OVER… AND SO IS NIGGAS FEELINGS/

THE SHOOTERS IN THE HALLWAY… PLAYING THEY POSITIONS/

STICKY GETTING HIGH… HIS TRIGGER FINGER ITCHING/

DIGI ON PHONE ARGUING WITH HIS BITCHES/

THE RUMOR IS NIGGAS GETTING $450 A QUARTER/

DAAAMN… AND THATS AFTER IT HIT THE WATER/

RIP JEFF SLAUGHTER… HE BROUGHT'M IN THE HONDA/

USTA DROP THEM THANGS OFF RIGHT IN FRONT OF MOMMA/

FRY THE CHICKEN IN THE KITCHEN RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY GRANDMA/

MY AUNTY OWED ME MONEY… I WENT & GOT THE HAMMER/

MY POPS WAS IN THE SLAMMER… MY AC WAS IN THE SLAMMER… WHO AM I KIDDING HALF MY BLOCK WAS IN THE SLAMMER/

DRUG DEALER GRAMMAR, THUG NIGGA MANNERS/

I LEARNED TO BE HUMBLE.. QUIT BEING SKANLESS/

CHANCE OVER CHARITY, CUT COLOR CLARITY/

WITHIN THESE FOUR BLOCKS… IM FUCKING CELEBRITY/

BEING ME IS WHAT YOU'LL NVR BE/

WHAT I SEEN… YOU'LL NVR SEE/

IMA DOG OF DIFFERENT PEDIGREE/

U LAY WITH A DOG U GET FLEAS… PLEASE/

TURN THE LIGHTS OFF I GOTTA HANGOVER/

TIE A ROPE AROUND HIS THROAT WATCH'M HANG OVER/

I LEFT DRUNK BUT I CAME SOBER/

THE ONLY I WAY I REMEMBER THE SEX IS IF I CAME SOBER/

THE CHANGING OF THE GUARDS… THIS THE CHANGEOVER