Saint - Victims Lyrics

Listen up motherf*ckers
Heed my words of wisdom
Talk that shit you get some
This no weak man's kingdom
We all be some victims
I'm so i'll tempered it drives me crazy
All I'm looking for in life is some safety
I'm like a rabbit if it had them rabies
I'm f*cking venom... wheres Sam Rami
Go ahead and throw some shade my way
I'ma cut throat like I was oj
Cuz I've been hungry for 80 days
So skinny you'd think my ass was a stray
Still I wear my shirts double xl
Look like I'm on my way to hell
Cuz I popped this .45 shell
But guess what I popped in myself
Heed my words of wisdom
Talk that shit you get some
This no weak man's kingdom
We all be some victims
Sons of bitches be trying to find me
I'm too busy putting the past behind me
So you know that I'ma go blindly
Into the future until I turn ninety
Into my music I pour my heart and soul
But maybe that's why that shit never sold
Through all the hardships and stories told
I'ma go till my f*ckin body turn cold
Ever since I was born I been violent
But it's not like I got a sense of entitlement
All through school I remained silent
But I think that's just because I'm a nihilist
Heed my words of wisdom
Talk that shit you get some
This no weak man's kingdom
We all be some victims
The last and final verse
The one that be putting bitches in a hearse
Only because they had a purse
Hit her with the car put that shit in reverse
Afterwards make the bitch eat a dick
While my homie got that gun on the hip
This ain't reality so don't you trip
It's a hypothetical like my sanity is
Nowadays you gotta look over your shoulder
Cuz everybody think they a f*cking soldier
Beauty in the eye of them beholders
F*ck it I think I'm just looking for clouser
Heed my words of wisdom
Talk that shit you get some
This no weak man's kingdom
We all be some victims