Break Bread Entertainment, Cell Blok, Rickavessel, Lyriq Nawqiy - Saint Work Lyrics

I, roll up my sleeves
See my bare (Bear) hands and bare (Bear) arms
l'm ready for war
We can square dance or bare arms
Even when the op wear pants with flare bombs
I'm locked and loaded with prayer hands to share alms
I'm goodie on what is necessary
I represent for the Son of God til my flesh is buried
Especially while I'm in Gary
It's never secondary
And even when it get hairy
l'll go for legendary
Salute
To the Saints that'll stand their ground
When the prophets is outta town
My Theophilus hol it down
Get it popping at any minute
Til Blok and nem come around
We empowered to break em down
Whenever we in yo town homie
Before the father get in roast mode
We called to duty
White ops
Ghost mode
We go to work and indeed it's a better crop
We gon feed what the letter got
Cuz you need what you never got
Y'all still claiming what you ain't
Y'all will change turn coat on the saints
Y'ALL ON PLAINT WIT IT
Y'all still married to the bank
So in Love y'all will even walk the plank
Y'ALL GON SANK WIT IT
You gon see our doors full of paint
In our house we gon feast and break bread
WE GON DRANK WIT IT
Chains hurt
Faint worse
For that plaint work
WE ON SAINT WORK
Saint Work from a position of rest
We alive in the Spirit but it’s death to our flesh
That's the mindset to be self willed
The selfs ill
And in and of ourselves our own hearts
We can’t heal
The fall got the world eating from the wrong tree
Lost thinking it’s we
Who can set our ownselves free
We at war between truth and lies
So we rely and confide in the one who has died and then
In 3 days He rose again
So we prone to win
With grace that's greater than sin
Though every now and then
We fall and get back up again
The power kicks in when we believe that we not condemned
We mortal men who been promised immortality
This a Kingdom reality
It’s actually not a fallacy
Praying in the Spirit it charges like a battery
And puts the armor on us to wrestle these prinicpalities
Y'all still claiming what you ain't
Y'all will change turn coat on the saints
Y'ALL ON PLAINT WIT IT
Y'all still married to the bank
So in Love y'all will even walk the plank
Y'ALL GON SANK WIT IT
You gon see our doors full of paint
In our house we gon feast and break bread
WE GON DRANK WIT IT
Chains hurt
Faint worse
For that plaint work
WE ON SAINT WORK
Don't want it les Ben Frank on it
In God I trust all Capital you can bank on it
Life's a gamble so hit me and put some stank on it
Word to Fletcher Reede lots at stake so put some flank on it
Break Bread now you talking my language
Pockets swole trynna get these gains in
Put mo weight on it
Bout my bizness
Won't kiss so no hoe tells (Hotels)
My life's mission to hold kale and vegetate on em
Colorblind All I see is green
Hold green blow green stay baked in the bean
And oh
Well them Red socks (Sox)
Monster and won't e'r stop
Like contra when the led pops
Tatanka with the head chop
In my Flesh never Layzie wit thee investments
Krayzie Bizzy everyday Wish a ninja would test me
Funny how money Bone Thugs
Getting gully for stuff that'll faeva own us
Claimed to be the man
Had to own up
Y'all still claiming what u ain't
Y'all will change turn coat on the saints
Y'ALL ON PLAINT WIT IT
Y'all still married to the bank
So in Love y'all will even walk the plank
Y'ALL GON SANK WIT IT
You gon see our doors full of paint
In our house we gon feast and break bread
WE GON DRANK WIT IT
Chains hurt
Faint worse
For that plaint work
WE ON SAINT WORK
Y'all still claiming what u ain't
Y'all will change turn coat on the saints
Y'ALL ON PLAINT WIT IT
Y'all still married to the bank
So in Love y'all will even walk the plank
Y'ALL GON SANK WIT IT
You gon see our doors full of paint
In our house we gon feast and break bread
WE GON DRANK WIT IT
Chains hurt
Faint worse
For that plaint work

I, roll up my sleeves
See my bare (Bear) hands and bare (Bear) arms
l'm ready for war
We can square dance or bare arms
Even when the op wear pants with flare bombs
I'm locked and loaded with prayer hands to share alms
I'm goodie on what is necessary
I represent for the Son of God til my flesh is buried
Especially while I'm in Gary
It's never secondary
And even when it get hairy
l'll go for legendary
Salute
To the Saints that'll stand their ground
When the prophets is outta town
My Theophilus hol it down
Get it popping at any minute
Til Blok and nem come around
We empowered to break em down
Whenever we in yo town homie
Before the father get in roast mode
We called to duty
White ops
Ghost mode
We go to work and indeed it's a better crop
We gon feed what the letter got
Cuz you need what you never got
Y'all still claiming what you ain't
Y'all will change turn coat on the saints
Y'ALL ON PLAINT WIT IT
Y'all still married to the bank
So in Love y'all will even walk the plank
Y'ALL GON SANK WIT IT
You gon see our doors full of paint
In our house we gon feast and break bread
WE GON DRANK WIT IT
Chains hurt
Faint worse
For that plaint work
WE ON SAINT WORK
Saint Work from a position of rest
We alive in the Spirit but it’s death to our flesh
That's the mindset to be self willed
The selfs ill
And in and of ourselves our own hearts
We can’t heal
The fall got the world eating from the wrong tree
Lost thinking it’s we
Who can set our ownselves free
We at war between truth and lies
So we rely and confide in the one who has died and then
In 3 days He rose again
So we prone to win
With grace that's greater than sin
Though every now and then
We fall and get back up again
The power kicks in when we believe that we not condemned
We mortal men who been promised immortality
This a Kingdom reality
It’s actually not a fallacy
Praying in the Spirit it charges like a battery
And puts the armor on us to wrestle these prinicpalities
Y'all still claiming what you ain't
Y'all will change turn coat on the saints
Y'ALL ON PLAINT WIT IT
Y'all still married to the bank
So in Love y'all will even walk the plank
Y'ALL GON SANK WIT IT
You gon see our doors full of paint
In our house we gon feast and break bread
WE GON DRANK WIT IT
Chains hurt
Faint worse
For that plaint work
WE ON SAINT WORK
Don't want it les Ben Frank on it
In God I trust all Capital you can bank on it
Life's a gamble so hit me and put some stank on it
Word to Fletcher Reede lots at stake so put some flank on it
Break Bread now you talking my language
Pockets swole trynna get these gains in
Put mo weight on it
Bout my bizness
Won't kiss so no hoe tells (Hotels)
My life's mission to hold kale and vegetate on em
Colorblind All I see is green
Hold green blow green stay baked in the bean
And oh
Well them Red socks (Sox)
Monster and won't e'r stop
Like contra when the led pops
Tatanka with the head chop
In my Flesh never Layzie wit thee investments
Krayzie Bizzy everyday Wish a ninja would test me
Funny how money Bone Thugs
Getting gully for stuff that'll faeva own us
Claimed to be the man
Had to own up
Y'all still claiming what u ain't
Y'all will change turn coat on the saints
Y'ALL ON PLAINT WIT IT
Y'all still married to the bank
So in Love y'all will even walk the plank
Y'ALL GON SANK WIT IT
You gon see our doors full of paint
In our house we gon feast and break bread
WE GON DRANK WIT IT
Chains hurt
Faint worse
For that plaint work
WE ON SAINT WORK
Y'all still claiming what u ain't
Y'all will change turn coat on the saints
Y'ALL ON PLAINT WIT IT
Y'all still married to the bank
So in Love y'all will even walk the plank
Y'ALL GON SANK WIT IT
You gon see our doors full of paint
In our house we gon feast and break bread
WE GON DRANK WIT IT
Chains hurt
Faint worse
For that plaint work