Young Santiago - St. John's Flow lyrics

[Young Santiago] Blessed But gotta be a lil more patient Give n***as the time to do a lil more hating Allow that fury to propel me to the ether The space to create takeovers Compose n***as' ethers Always told my brother that's why Kobe so lethal He just looking for the space to get off his shot Once he do that all the defender can do is drop to his knees Beg for mercy Lost his footing, his spot Cut off at the head, results of losing war Funny that n***as prefer that violent sh** over raw Funny that a n***a stole my first song, aww Video I paid for, wasn't in it at all Craziness n***as do when they dreams become idol When not ya idols but your own fam become your rivals That's how it is Gotta get it in the field You think Jay would've stopped if Dame was f**ing Amil? He woulda got another Kicked them both to the curb Which he did anyway The future is in a word Bye One that hoes never understand Now she sittin outside of Montys Head in her hands, cryin Sayin she deserves respect She gave it up You don't get it? What you give is what you get p**y for dick, that's it I'm a realist You hit a nice lick on my sh**, mommy You the trillest Bye Now called thots Once called slores I'll let you see my definition of a who*e He said She cool with me hittin the first time we chill? Like 50 I just got rich and she gon die trying to build A relationship with a n***a who's Will is robotic In and out systematically Oh protection, I got it On me, b**h Never slip or get caught Never too close for comfort I'm Schumpert shooting from afar Damn That's how it is Gotta get it in the field, or a Brooklyn n***a will Shout out not to the b**hes but all my women that's trill Thousands attended Tale both sides, or you fib Alexandra and Stephanie both beautiful souls Used to hang out with Alicia crazy as I know, by Hov She went hard for her n***a Alex, when can I slide in? That seat with Wendy Williams Yea n***as be jealous I know Wendy Williams' niece J Cole knew Vanessa but Wendy can't be mad at me! I never hit, f**ed or did anything disrespectful A bunch of words n***as got for sh** they do later regretful Boryana, you're special She knows she nice with it What she doesn't know how many hit me up trying to hit it They look at her like a black Dominican, Yankees fitted Half and half, real curly hair flowing out the back Down half her back, with a fat a**, and the swag to match Eyes as big as a cat I think Amber fits that, Jazz what you think? Facts? You ain't gotta answer that But I'm just tryna fit in if so Tell her holla back But what they also don't know about Bubeska is that her Soul is seated, and her kapha's intact They don't understand that, and that's just it They whack Respectfully respond to inquiries with no, hold that so Shout out to John Michel Basquiat and Lebron Greatest alive, dead, living in the game I'm the one, yea Pray for her dad, may his soul find peace she Asked that of me and now I ask that of thee yea, uh Other side of college life, that personal sh** For second installment, sit tight This first round of St. John's Flows is over Kids, go to college and know along with knowledge comes the debt of a Range Rover YOUNG