Gillespie - No Love Lost: "Saints & Sinners" Lyrics

What we have here is a classic tale
A tale of saints and sinners
We know all money ain't good money
So we know all blood ain't blood

So you better pick a side, cause they're aiming for your life
These demons coming closer and there ain't nowhere to hide
You better pick a side cause they're aiming for your life
As always GBG over everything, Sermons

F*cking around and playing with names
You niggas switch like Vidkun and Brutus
Now I'm taking time to aim at a Judas
The family can feud, but we seeking truth
In the matter

How you call god when you actively snake
How could you stand in the presence of saints
Telling these lies, I'm rubbing the paint

With murder in mind, I'm hoping to break
Everything that you touch is a fake
Don't treat me to me pleasure and smile in my face, Shit
Y'all niggas in for a face lift

Rats gotta die for they damage to structure
Say it with chest or the gumption you muster
Looking at you like a bitch and a buster

Fat in the lips, you's a lab and a sucker
How you go talking this shit to my mother
We know that G go extreme
Slap you like boosie get whipped on the scene

These days is tragic, for addicts and fiends
You wanna jump, leaping pussy can spring
Yeah, You wanna jump, leaping pussy can spring

Cause there's Saints & Sinners
We done talked enough, now I gotta call ya bluff
Now I gotta make a call, get ya ass touched up
Get laid down to rest, for a forty ball not four-k

That's the standard rate when they ain't worth shit
I climbed the mountain and traversed it
All hail now Mr "Worth It", this GI with some light raps

I'm choosing violence better duck down
I been standing ready for the crash out
Not another beef getting hashed out

Cause there's Saints & Sinners
We done talked enough, if you down bad just say that
But don't come forth with that sleez shit
I conquered all just believe it, I claimed all in my season

Don't make moves without reasoning
This was all planned from the jump
I'm done communicating, only segregating
These fallacies self deprecating

Yall weirdos do a dance for satan
Now this fury all on yo dome
Don't need steel here or the chrome
Got a lion heart you can kill Me

Here a tax deduction from the bill printer
Y'all f*ck around have a cruel summer
G deserves doing these numbers

On JR that's a fact check
My big bro never ducked my smoke
Send all the shots to head huncho


You niggas really tripping, its Saints and Sinners
All money ain't good money, and all blood ain't blood
Thirty hour G, Jay TwD, & Prime

If y'all ain't f*cking with that, well
Saints & Sinners, Saints & Sinners