Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Saint But I sin like I’m paid to (Kiante) DZ8 Let’s talk [Verse 1: Kiante] I was dead broke, clothes on the floor Hope in the drawer with the bills and the warrants Mama said pray, I was out by dawn Chasing that taillight, running from the boredom Tattooed pain in the side of my ribs Name on a list, they ain’t checking it twice Halo bent, but it still kinda fit Gold on my neck, got a cross full of ice I don’t brag, I just tally up scars Every new mark like another deposit Prayed for a way, got a pack in the car Now the same priest probably think I done lost it Talk cheap, but the bond cost blood I done seen friends get sold for a dub Hands in the dirt, now they reaching for a hug Same ones laughed when I tracked that mud [Chorus: Kiante] I’m a saint in the hood, they confess to me Every sin, every lie, every recipe If I fall, if I rise, that’s a testament Put the pain in the pot, that’s a blessing, yeah I’m a saint in the hood, they remember me Turn the hate into heat, that’s my specialty If I die on the block, write my legacy As a saint from the slums, not a enemy (saint) [Verse 2: DZ8] Yeah, DZ, step in, step heavy (step!) I was just a kid with a wish and a weapon Whole lot of pride, lil’ rage in the belly Had to make a way out, ain’t nobody gon’ sell me They ain’t wanna see me breathe, had a knee on my hope Now I’m three phones deep, got a team on go Had to bleed for the seat, every fee, every toll Every street, every beat taught me freeze or roll Look, judge in the room got a robe like a king But the block crown different, that come with a ring Phone ring twice if it’s love, once if it’s risk So we talking code names when we speak on a lick Pray over plates that we stir on the stove God know the code, He was there on the road If I change route, that’s a miracle shown But if I don’t make it out, put my name in the stone (DZ) [Chorus: Kiante & DZ8] I’m a saint in the hood, they confess to me (confess) Every sin, every lie, every recipe If I fall, if I rise, that’s a testament Put the pain in the pot, that’s a blessing, yeah (that’s a bless) I’m a saint in the hood, they remember me Turn the hate into heat, that’s my specialty If I die on the block, write my legacy As a saint from the slums, not a enemy (saint) [Bridge: Kiante] Hands up, who gon’ ride when it’s dark? Hands up, who gon’ slide for your heart? Hands up, who gon’ pray for your flaws? Hands up—ain’t many at all (ain’t many) I got blood on my shoes, ink on my hands Tears on the floor, still stick to the plan If I gotta choose ‘tween the bread and the band I’ma feed my fam, they gon’ scream my brand (Kiante) [Chorus: Kiante & DZ8] I’m a saint in the hood, they confess to me Every sin, every lie, every recipe If I fall, if I rise, that’s a testament Put the pain in the pot, that’s a blessing, yeah (oh yeah) I’m a saint in the hood, they remember me Turn the hate into heat, that’s my specialty If I die on the block, write my legacy As a saint from the slums, not a enemy (saint, saint)
Tags
rap, Dark trap beat with detuned bells, sliding 808s, and sharp hi-hats. Male vocals: Kiante in a gritty, close-mic verse delivery, DZ8 with a more animated, double-time pocket. Hook built around a haunting chant and layered gang vocals, ad-libs tucked wide in the stereo field. Final chorus adds extra bass saturation and subtle choir pads for a menacing, “final boss” feel., hardcore, beats
Duration
3:19
Instrumental
No
Created
3/19/2026