Testo Saint Or Sinner

Saint or a sinner? Double checkin' my mirror, know life mad ego only gettin' bigger
Wanna see hood youths dance finger on the trigger, blast from the past, lights flicker
Headin' back home one way that we headin' wrong side of the road
Calls, I don't wanna take smashin' my phone off grid, mind got you hostage alone
Out here all I see leaches, real ones only ones featured, gotta unload
Excess baggage I don't need like a straight jacket on me that I'll never let go
Saint or a sinner? I don't know please tell me
Mind race while the kids pose for the selfies, hit 'em with the straight face Mind on vacate, how we all balance out lows

My head in your vice through the lows and highs, wanna pick me up?
Probably let me down and down and down and down that way we go
My head in your vice through the lows and highs, wanna pick me up?
You can let me down and down and down and down that way we go

Look, New Balance on me, I got figures on me
I need hitters on me, I got people on me and they schemin' on me
I want women on me, don't want demons on me
And I'm serious, I just been rollin' on highs
Don't think we see it the same
Think we on premium vibes tonight, it's right
Jeshi been makin' it rain and he ain't even tryna look vain, look, yeah
I'll flex in a minute but give me a second, spicey victoria treat me like Beckham I know we in peckham and you ain't got nowhere to hide
Takin' it mine tonight, I wanna be on your mind tonight
I cannot deal with come dine tonight, it's a glide tonight
The runners been runnin' on vibes and vibes
'Cause you wanna take it off tonight, I won't break it off
'Cause you wanna make it up and how can I make that up?
Or up to you, don't get too comfortable, we make our profit on road
Don't tell Derrick I got her a rose, vacations or even a stone, woah

My head in your vice through the lows and highs, wanna pick me up?
Probably let me down and down and down and down that way we go
My head in your vice through the lows and highs, wanna pick me up?
You can let me down and down and down and down that way we go
My head in your vice through the lows and highs, wanna pick me up?
Probably let me down and down and down and down that way we go
My head in your vice through the lows and highs, wanna pick me up?
You can let me down and down and down and down that way we go

Say I got lows, little bit of highs
Can't see straight, little blood shot in my eyes
Right, see you see through
Been in my head, why we been livin' outside?
Say I got lows, little bit of highs
Can't see straight, little blood shot in my eyes
Right, see you see through
Been in my head, why we been livin'-livin' outside?

Swear the lows got higher when the shows on the road on fire
And all I got hope and desire, debt and regret
They say God loves tryers, drownin' 'em out, got my head in the vices
Sit on a plane, got you thinkin' 'bout pain
Know it pays but I swear that I'll do it either way
Countin' my wages, tellin' myself it's a phase 'til everything changes
Cigarettes and the Air Max
Shit changed, now they gotta hit me with the care packs
Blow smoke in the air, little shit just grateful that anyone cares
And grit down on my teeth and go smile, dust clears, all the tension on me
L.A. freeway clockin' up miles, run but just who from, you don't see?
Run but just who from you don't see, no? (You don't see?)

I was in the E-class coupe tryin' to get (Yeah, ayy)
Tryin' to get (Mine), tryin' to get (Yeah)
I was in the E-class coupe tryin' to get (Yeah)
Tryin' to get (Yeah), tryin' to get-get-get
I don't want your number, I ain't gonna give you mine
I ain't even got no time, I ain't even got no time, or what?
Are you a saint or sinner?
I don't even mind, I don't even mind
Yo (Yo), E-class coupe (E-class coupe, yeah)
Tryin' to get- (Tryin' to get-)