Stevesaintjames
Stevesaintjames
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Stevesaintjames
The name behind neither wealth nor fame
But a man who's willing to go insane if that means he can entertain
Whose priority is gains no two endeavors the same
Won’t lower effort or pain, and I will have you know that name belongs to me
(Tell em)
Spit bars without skipping a beat
I'm always getting this bread so I got a house full of wheat
Always bold enough to claim I'll be among the elite
And there’s a chance I may be right thе way I'm bringing the heat
With the stakеs of a smokehouse
Yet my wins are still blowouts
So I leave you with no doubts
That I'm fiending for no clout
Cause I got what I want
And I got all the know-how
If you start firing shots
Then I'll take you and your hoes out
Woah now, if you dissin' then prepare for a showdown
I'm just tryna prove that my work ain't defined by my hometown
Now ex-haters come and ask me for favors; I'm like “no, clown, cause I’m feeling pretty proud to say I deserve to be prouder than you”
To those who doubt me: I’ll outdo what you do
You underestimated me you didn't think things through
When you want a view of the man who can turn many to few
Hit up the queue, I should see you in an hour or two
Your type ain’t new - but I am, so they're starting a coup
They tryna overthrow this ego saying “you're just a useless nuisance"
And what's worse is I don’t know if it's true
But know my will won't go askew, ho this is just the debut
When I compare my rhythmic patterns to these other rappers I'm just filled with laughter
They act as if they matter, man the shatter must've fried their minds and served them on a platter
Nobody's really gangsta we're not artists we're just actors
Factor in the fact that half aren't really even grasping what they after so they quit and close this chapter of their life
My first track was a disaster but I'm not one of those bastards who will bow before their masters, live in strife
Yo...
...Got the haters st-st-stuttering
Sputtering at every motherfucking thing I'm uttering
I got the bread they just be buttering
Cluttering up my dm's turn their hate into a funny thing
All my haters just be blubbering morons
They're tryna pack more onto the camel's back
I started grinding before dawn
Striking deep in your neurons
Got so much to report on
I ain't holding back
The name behind neither wealth nor fame
But a man who's willing to go insane if that means he can entertain
Whose priority is gains no two endeavors the same
Won’t lower effort or pain, and I will have you know that name belongs to me
(Tell em)
Spit bars without skipping a beat
I'm always getting this bread so I got a house full of wheat
Always bold enough to claim I'll be among the elite
And there’s a chance I may be right thе way I'm bringing the heat
With the stakеs of a smokehouse
Yet my wins are still blowouts
So I leave you with no doubts
That I'm fiending for no clout
Cause I got what I want
And I got all the know-how
If you start firing shots
Then I'll take you and your hoes out
Woah now, if you dissin' then prepare for a showdown
I'm just tryna prove that my work ain't defined by my hometown
Now ex-haters come and ask me for favors; I'm like “no, clown, cause I’m feeling pretty proud to say I deserve to be prouder than you”
To those who doubt me: I’ll outdo what you do
You underestimated me you didn't think things through
When you want a view of the man who can turn many to few
Hit up the queue, I should see you in an hour or two
Your type ain’t new - but I am, so they're starting a coup
They tryna overthrow this ego saying “you're just a useless nuisance"
And what's worse is I don’t know if it's true
But know my will won't go askew, ho this is just the debut
When I compare my rhythmic patterns to these other rappers I'm just filled with laughter
They act as if they matter, man the shatter must've fried their minds and served them on a platter
Nobody's really gangsta we're not artists we're just actors
Factor in the fact that half aren't really even grasping what they after so they quit and close this chapter of their life
My first track was a disaster but I'm not one of those bastards who will bow before their masters, live in strife
Yo...
...Got the haters st-st-stuttering
Sputtering at every motherfucking thing I'm uttering
I got the bread they just be buttering
Cluttering up my dm's turn their hate into a funny thing
All my haters just be blubbering morons
They're tryna pack more onto the camel's back
I started grinding before dawn
Striking deep in your neurons
Got so much to report on
I ain't holding back
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