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Okay, okay
(MiddleManOnTheBeat)
Ohhh, this how we kick it right?
Mhmm aight, thank God
Uh-huh
My nigga I'm Saint
The boy from the hood
This music my mood
This rap is my paint
And it'll leave you with stains
Leave you feelin' insane, when I'm spittin' my pain
Or maybe spittin' ishh that you could maybe relate too
That put me in the ring since the age of eight
And got me runnin' streets at the age of sixteen
But fast forward, it's all history
Cause I'm movin' like a train
That moves in the cities or maybe in the states
So ain't no comparisons, since well I'm thee only Saint
Cause I look different, I'm like a zebra between horses
Also move different, not like a dancer but like MJ
Even flow different, nothin' Shady but a bit Common
I ain't done, get it?
365, Monday to Monday, twenty-four seven (Aight)
I'm up in the joint with the pen and paper
Or up in the gym drippin' some millions
Or cozy in bed readin' the Bible
Or the Robert Kiyosaki's piece tryna to gather some wisdom
Or scrubbin' the dishes just to secure the bag
But let me leave it right there
Cause that's a story for another day
And I ain't even know what else to say
But I was
Born in the rain, and I'm Saint
Saint Mozito - Who's Saint? Lyrics
Saint Mozito - Who's Saint? Lyrics
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(Please recharge and try again)
Okay, okay
(MiddleManOnTheBeat)
Ohhh, this how we kick it right?
Mhmm aight, thank God
Uh-huh
My nigga I'm Saint
The boy from the hood
This music my mood
This rap is my paint
And it'll leave you with stains
Leave you feelin' insane, when I'm spittin' my pain
Or maybe spittin' ishh that you could maybe relate too
That put me in the ring since the age of eight
And got me runnin' streets at the age of sixteen
But fast forward, it's all history
Cause I'm movin' like a train
That moves in the cities or maybe in the states
So ain't no comparisons, since well I'm thee only Saint
Cause I look different, I'm like a zebra between horses
Also move different, not like a dancer but like MJ
Even flow different, nothin' Shady but a bit Common
I ain't done, get it?
365, Monday to Monday, twenty-four seven (Aight)
I'm up in the joint with the pen and paper
Or up in the gym drippin' some millions
Or cozy in bed readin' the Bible
Or the Robert Kiyosaki's piece tryna to gather some wisdom
Or scrubbin' the dishes just to secure the bag
But let me leave it right there
Cause that's a story for another day
And I ain't even know what else to say
But I was
Born in the rain, and I'm Saint
Okay, okay
(MiddleManOnTheBeat)
Ohhh, this how we kick it right?
Mhmm aight, thank God
Uh-huh
My nigga I'm Saint
The boy from the hood
This music my mood
This rap is my paint
And it'll leave you with stains
Leave you feelin' insane, when I'm spittin' my pain
Or maybe spittin' ishh that you could maybe relate too
That put me in the ring since the age of eight
And got me runnin' streets at the age of sixteen
But fast forward, it's all history
Cause I'm movin' like a train
That moves in the cities or maybe in the states
So ain't no comparisons, since well I'm thee only Saint
Cause I look different, I'm like a zebra between horses
Also move different, not like a dancer but like MJ
Even flow different, nothin' Shady but a bit Common
I ain't done, get it?
365, Monday to Monday, twenty-four seven (Aight)
I'm up in the joint with the pen and paper
Or up in the gym drippin' some millions
Or cozy in bed readin' the Bible
Or the Robert Kiyosaki's piece tryna to gather some wisdom
Or scrubbin' the dishes just to secure the bag
But let me leave it right there
Cause that's a story for another day
And I ain't even know what else to say
But I was
Born in the rain, and I'm Saint
Writer: Santy Mathole
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid