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[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)
Details
GeneratedMar 19, 2026
Duration3:19
LanguageEnglish
Style
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
Credits
Prompt by
OrganicSignal300
OrganicSignal300ModelAria v5
Prompt
Kiante Mance- Saint (featuring DZ8), rap, trap, beats, hardcore
