New pack in I feel like Saint Nick
I'd be more insulted if you said we had the same bricks
Then if we hit the same chick
I can't speak on how shortii moving you know the language
Money be the root
But you can't have the good without the evils that's the truth
And I been searching for it ever since I was a youth
But they don't wanna hear it less you screaming in the booth
'Bout some shit you didn't do
'Bout some shit the never did
They wanna keep us underground kid but I'm tryna be Beyonce
Tired of the 4 for 4 entree
But every time I speak they try to play a young nigga like Kanye
Like we aint had no shit to say
Lost in the abyss of it all
We was content with robbing content
Instead of getting involved
Bust a few up in her jaw tryna figure it all
Outside with the ball
Tryna make me a flip and crossover with all the gall
Of a nigga with six
Gold rings on the right hand
I just want my band lil' bigger like its the last dance
Fuck a chance we had to get it by any means ain't dismissing not any scheme
New pack in I feel like Saint Nick
I'd be more insulted if you said we had the same bricks
Then if we hit the same chick
I can't speak on how shortii moving you know the language