Lyrics Alterations - Inkth

Saint, Profound boy
Stay around the void
Straight to the point
Silencing your noise

You'll never see me toyin'
Blueprints, I've done made my choice
Foot printin' the soil
In case you done miss my voice
Who's this? Who's this calling me?
Who's this? Who's this bugging me?
Who's she? Who's you? Who's her man
Who's her stan? Who's the man? Ayy
Girl, I'm tryna have you
Cause playing with me might end up in you without your costume

You're destructive, I'm distractive
You got accents, yeah, I reckon
I got assets, I'm no have-not
They got aspects, I'm omega of his reign
I father these words like Twain
Leave the mark of his one name
They gon' bite me like some nails
I don't bite back, you're on read
I got status by the way
I got status just in case
I got rich, that's on my face
I got rich, that's on TA
I burn bridges to naysayers or the peeps who in for play
I'm gon' hit a shawwty up, she gon' neck me while I pray

I got rich, that's on my face
I got status just in case
A lot of this, lot of that
Lot of bags, Lot of cash
More of that
And they, and they getting mad

Saint, Profound boy
Stay around the void
Straight to the point
Silencing your noise
You'll never see me toyin'
Blueprints, I've done made my choice
Foot printin' the soil
In case you done miss my voice

Soul
I've almost set my goals
I've almost set my
Imma play my role
Then go back to my soul
Imma get back
I keep tying the threads
Delay the holy path
Never go away but I'm for experiment
Nothing changes, man, if you don't become the man
Who's stories that you knit, who's legend that you sing
State is just a vibe, Don't treat it like objects
What goes out comes around

Used to be afraid and all
Quite many times
But anyhow I got up on my feet
Got up on my feet
Picking myself up
Picking myself up

I got him with me
I got her with me
I got it with me
I got it with me
And I say 'fore I do
Every word's a clue