FINSTA

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I don't know what niggas really want from me
 I been thinkin' they think I'm better off dead, okay
 That's why I keep a MAC-11 on my hip, okay
 I'm paranoid, you see the color of my skin, okay
 I don't need to make a Finsta for you to see the real thing
 I'm goin' through some real shit, bruh
 And she put it on my face, she almost killed me, bruh
 There's a reason why you niggas never see me, bruh
 Yeah, ET is a G, O, A, T, bruh
 And it's crazy that niggas try to play me, bruh
 But I'm Swayze, I pulled up on your bitch and she said I was levitatin'
 I'm destroyin' walls when SAINT LYOR is not creatin'
 You niggas musta got me fucked up
 Glory be the god so I never locked up
 Lord forgive me but I had to black-on-black the Forces
 Every day I look more like a goat, I think I'm gorgeous
 Lemme show you how I turn your bitch face to the MoMA
 You know SAINT LYOR is only livin' for the moment
 I pulled out a ratchet and it sound like Whitney Houston
 Beco valley love thy enemies but they gon' have to face the music
 I move like a crackhead when I'm under the influence
 I just got a chopper, I hope I don't have to use it
 I know when I pop up, bad bitches get influenced
 So when a nigga pop up, bad bitches gettin' used
 Thumb in the pool, bitch, we higher than the moon
 If she super thick I give her super dick too
 I got the bitch purrin', she sound like a new coupe
 The bitch so bad I had to spread the good news
 I got a big blicky, it can't fit in the room
 So I might have to dance with my motherfucking tool
 I don't know what niggas really want from me
 I been thinkin' they think I'm better off dead, okay
 That's why I keep a MAC-11 on my hip, okay
 I'm paranoid, you see the color of my skin, okay
 I don't need to make a Finsta for you to see the real thing
 I'm goin' through some real shit, bruh
 And she put it on my face, she almost killed me, bruh
 There's a reason why you niggas never see me, bruh
 Yeah, my name is SAINT LYOR and I'm ready to kill shit
 I do it for my momma and all the black children
 "Mister LYOR, what the fuck are you on?
 We never seen a nigga doin' this before, no
 We never seen a nigga rap like this before"
 I hope it's different with me 'cause I put you on your toes
 She wanna be my wifey but I know that she's a hoe
 I feel like niggas hating, they think that I don't know
 I pulled up in a spaceship, I opened up the door
 They lookin' in amazement, but I'm livin' what I wrote, yeah
 I'm holy like the pope, movin' music like it's dope, yeah
 Niggas wanna doubt but I know something you don't
 I told you aliens exist, you niggas said I lied
 Maserati mode, just pulled up in a Decepticon
 I was down bad, now I'm lookin' upper-echelon
 I turn to a diamond when they try to put the pressure on
 I got what you need but I never work for Amazon
 And I always speak the truth like I'm Farrakhan
 I don't know what niggas really want from me
 I been thinkin' they think I'm better off dead, okay
 That's why I keep a MAC-11 on my hip, okay
 I'm paranoid, you see the color of my skin, okay
 I don't need to make a Finsta for you to see the real thing
 I'm goin' through some real shit, bruh
 And she put it on my face, she almost killed me, bruh
 There's a reason why you niggas never see me, bruh
 Man, this nigga ET be using his burner all wrong
 Posting corny ass jokes and shit
 Nigga like me, bro, I got Megan Thee Stallion, Beyonce (Yes, sir)
 Who was the other one? (J.Lo, I think)
 J.Lo, too
 They all following my shit, I don't even follow 'em back, nigga
 Ain't nobody fucking with me (You heard?)
 Shit
 

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Duration
03:20
Key
10
Tempo
90 BPM

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