Songtexte Critical - Saint

I wanna ball everyday
I wanna ball everyday
Wake up good morning i got on my chains
I got some money to make
My dogs, my niggas, my brothers
They try to put us against eachother
I try to tell em
We work together theyll be plenty for us

I be so filled up with rage i open a bible
I read a page
I cannot handle the hate
Im going dumb
Im gone insane
Only so much i can take im moving too fast
I need a break
I need to weed out the snakes
I got the heart of a lion,the heart of a champion, heart of a warrior
All of these drugs that im taking my body is shaking i hope i do not meet the coroner
She look so pretty i told her come with me she want me to wife her
But i see the whore in her
Living the life i was granted, diamonds dancing, i got some bad ooh in a mansion
I told my niggas that if i make it we gone make it just hold on my nigga dont panic
Same people dubbed me
Tell me they love me
I got me bread up
Oh now u love me
Shit wasnt funny
I had no money
I was so broke
They didnt want me
Same people dubbed me
Tell me they love me
Same people dubbed me
Tellin me love me

Watching me stalking me chasing me haunting me
All of these niggas just hate from the sideline
I been training to go it was grind time
Shit got critical shit got critical
Watching me stalking me chasing me haunting me
All of these niggas just hate from the sideline
I been training to go it was grind time
Shit got critical Shit got critical

I knew this shit would be critical changing my life would be difficult i cant imagine
I fill the beat up with all of this passion
I drape my body in all of this fashion
Middle class looking lavish
I cant stop thinking bout times we aint have it
Smoke a spliff and i pass it
Trial and tribulations made me a savage
They used to grease me they was just pointing and laughing
They didnt believe me i could make it with this rapping
Put me on tv i can make it with this acting
Look at my vv all my diamonds really flashing

I wanna ball everyday
I wanna ball everyday
Wake up good morning i got on my chains
I got some money to make
My dogs, my niggas, my brothers
They try to put us against eachother
I try to tell em
We work together theyll be plenty for us
I be so filled up with rage i open a bible
I read a page
I cannot handle the hate
Im going dumb
Im gone insane
Only so much i can take im moving too fast
I need a break
I need to weed out the snakes

Watching me stalking me chasing me haunting me
All of these niggas just hate from the sideline
I been training to go it was grind time
Shit got critical shit got critical
Watching me stalking me chasing me haunting me
All of these niggas just hate from the sideline
I been training to go it was grind time
Shit got critical Shit got critical