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southside saint (rapper) - look like lyrics

what do i look like?
you might see me as a hood guy
but they call me saint so everyone knows i’m a good guy
is your mind in the right place baby?
it don’t mean much if you look nice
she got a big bum can’t lie i’m attracted
but i’m still not gonna look twice
i look in the mirror and feel so blessed
i’m so obsessed with the man i’m becoming
you don’t know where i started
trust me i came from nothing
i had no budget
landed in lagos didn’t have sh+t

just me and my luggage
and a heart full of courage
fighting the odds but i guess i won it
ain’t even started all of my g’s them telling me
saint you’rе the hardest
i’m more than hungry n+gga i’m starving
i’m trying to bе more than an artist
them n+ggas were burning trees
me i was planting seeds in my craft
it’s been a long time coming
i swear i can’t wait till i harvest
i was a baller back in the day
by now i could have playing in prem
but lil’ saint didn’t wanna go train
i was tryna get paid
i was trapping instead
it took some time until i got some sense
bro went jail and it damaged his head
a lot of my guys chose the wrong life
it’s sad i’m one of the last ones left
now what do i look like?
do i look as good as i sound?
actually wait
i couldn’t care less as long as i’m making the g’s them proud
they keep on telling me change my sound
nigerians ain’t tryna hear me rap
that’s cap
give me some time i swear i’ll put rap back on the map

i see all the love and i know when it’s fake
n+ggas don’t give but they still wanna take
girls wanna know how much i make
me i’m tryna see how that back side shakes
wait, before you come round my place let me see your face in its natural state
hate, how you gonna hate on saint?
i’m just like you but a lot more great
and that’s ‘cause i put in the work
i look clean now but i came from the dirt
back in the day i only had one shirt
i needed cash i went on a search
so many ways i tried and failed
i found who i am, i’m making it work

i know so much there’s plenty to learn
i made some change there’s plenty to earn
steady tryna make these funds
i grind so much no time for fun
i know it ain’t good ‘cause i’m still so young
but pops getting old and so is my mum
i need two cribs by age 21 so i’m really tryna blow by 20
the scene ain’t ready
not long ‘till you see my face on the telly

i remember them days in sta
i had no cash to my name
a lot of sh+t changed i found my lane
i’m tryna get paid from telling my pain
i need some therapy really and truly
i’m tryna focus on a new me
old friends tryna creep back into the circle
bro you don’t know me you knew me
i remember the day when i first got nicked
mum was p+ssed big bro went crazy
he told me this ain’t what you’re made for
you’re gonna end up in the grave or page 3
now if you ever see my face in the paper
i won me a headie, a mobo or grammy
if it ain’t about money i’ll chat to you later
the beef ting’s old coming like some granny

yoruba boy but i don’t do fraud
naija blood but i grew up abroad
saint’s in town need a round of applause
give me some time i’ll end up on forbes
i’m sweeping these rappers they come like chores
but i only got time for the cash not wars
i need me a whip no nae nae
no horse but i need me a porsche

- southside saint rapper lyrics

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