No Saints

Lately been talking to God trying to figure it out

I know praying won't pick up the pieces

somebody pray for me

I had to cut the grass

Just so I could keep the snakes away from me

I applied pressure and came out with diamonds

Straight out the mud yeah, we came from the bottom

They wasn't praying for me

Learned to not live in the past

I put that shit behind me

Cause I ain't got time for that

With no GPS if I lose my way, I could still find it back

Shit I still stand ten toes when I'm reclining back

There's too much at stake

I'm trying to grow the estate

Stack a few million put that in the safe

I'm trying to move up out of state

Tinted windows I be lowkey

Riding round by my lonely

I remember they count me out

No saints in the city

They gone hate when I make it to the top

They gone wanna get to know me

Yeah I heard the want the old me yeah

I'm to real for the hate I don't fit the description

They don't fit the dimensions

Get cropped out the picture

Yeah I've had some rainy days

Watch the rain fade away

Then pray for a blessing

My adolescence turned into adult lessons

Trapped in the booth but won't give confessions

Tinted windows keep me lowkey

Still ride by my lonely

All of my losses I've turned into lessons

I learned to treat failure just like it's a trophy

I know that loyalty don't cost a thing

So why would they go drop a dime

If actions speak louder than words

Then why do they always say that love is blind

I'm always watching my steps

So they could never say I ran out of time

Ain't no saints in the city and I ain't gonna stop

until the whole city is mine

Lately been talking to God trying to figure it out

I know praying won't pick up the pieces

Somebody pray for me