Saint the Goodboy - 4Eva Freestyle lyrics

[Intro: Naledge] Brain So I take a [?], but a cigar Blowing ashes out on these n***as Yeah [Verse 1: Naledge] n***as coming down stony and I'm looking like the man ho Never play me motherf**er, ain't no banjo Ain't no magazine n***a, you can get your issue Rolling down '87 n***a, get a tissue Cos I know you n***as hatin' Yeah you hatin' for Why you n***as mad Get some paper homie That's how I was raised, right on 7-trey Jeffrey boulevard, all we know is getting paid Them n***as call me ray Yeah I skipped the gray n***as make it rain, I precipitate n***as play the corner, I anticipate Rondé Barber, I big you like a father Homie look me in the eye and tell me why I bother You went grad' school and my money getting longer Told 'em just wait, them loans gon' get paid off I'm concentrating on my camp, sort of like I'm Adolf [Hook: Saint The Good Boy] And all my n***as tipping through the hood Acting like they thinking crime don't pay And all my n***as up to no good Knowing that the .40 cal gon' spray And I'm just looking at the money train Waiting for an invitation And I'm just looking at the money train Yeah n***a just wait, to ride on [Verse 2: Naledge] My shorty can't eat no books And my shorty can't eat no books So I'm out here grinding That's everyday Own your own company, don't need no résumé n***a I'm an entrepre-negro Never asked for, cos I don't need no [?] n***a told my mother if she need dough, then I got it Told my son when he 21, spend the profit (n***a) [Outro] Nah mean Scare money don't make money man (nah) Whole life you told, go to school, get a good grade Get a good grade, get a good job Get a good job, then what you get Nothing, loans n***a Just a motherf**ing boss in your ear telling you what to do (yeah) Why don't you tell yourself what to do, n***a Brain Go get it n***a