Saint (feat. DZ8)

Saint

But I sin like I’m paid to

(Kiante)

DZ8

Let’s talk

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

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)

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)

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)

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)

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)