Testi
Pop, what up?
Yeah, Bugz in this bitch
Got time to shit
They don't know, we just drop that bitch
The kids the best, grown man music
Yo, uh, check
Headed to high school with a tool in my jeans
I couldn't follow mama's rules, I had to move with my fiends
When I was chewing, chewing beans, who knew we'd succeed?
Was doing bad real good, now I'm doing music with Dean
I was a hooper, then the drug abusers ruined my dreams
And turned me into a user, I been abusing the lean
Nodding off with my junkie, we both drooling and sleep
I took some soft to Kentucky, it's one-twenty a Jeep
Played the country with the honkies just to get on my feet
My plug love me, he gon' front me and send me the P's
Blunt size of my finger, still ain't passing no weed
Now they bump me 'round the country, used to pass out CDs
It's like my past still haunt me, it just come in my dreams
Was on my ass with no money, all I had was a scheme
Could feel my abs, I was hungry, I just wanted to eat
I got a bag and didn't brag, I tried to put on my team
I told you I'd be good, stuck around home, mama
Kicked me out, made me frown and I still count up
And I still count up
Kicked me out, made me frown and I still count up
Told you I'd be good, I stuck around home, mama
Kicked me out, made me frown and I still count up
And I still count up
Kid Saint, Kid Saint
Put me in the jungle and I come out wearing a bear skin rug
Set me on the streets, I'll see if
One of you thugs wanna share ten slugs
It ain't fair, I swear I need ten bricks from the plug
You was born with a silver spoon in your
Mouth, we got you straight from the mud
And build pyramids, I'm a young king in his prime
If it ain't about a dime, then don't be ringing my line
Yeah, I be cappin' in my rhymes, don't believe me, I'm lying
But I'll blow a ****'s mind, don't believe me, I'm firing
Put a peep hole where your melon is
You ****' rhymes is petty like a
Misdemeanor and don't know what a felon is
But boy, y'all sure do know what telling is
Yeah, I done been fronted bricks before
I was saving mine while I was selling his
You rap **** my son, I got an orphanage like I was selling kids
From the grimiest place on earth, shit, I'll show you what a seven is
You ain't gotta be in jail to be
Doing time, feel like I got seven bids
We over Shay's, we got the house flaming
And my **** Fee just keep on smacking the dog like he house training
Man, these **** want me out the game, man
I told you I'd be good, stuck around home, mama
Kicked me out, made me frown and I still count up
And I still count up
Kicked me out, made me frown and I still count up
Told you I'd be good, I stuck around home, mama
Kicked me out, made me frown and I still count up
And I still count up
Kid Saint, Kid Saint
Written by: Chey Normant
