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Chain Stitch Yankee

André DeSaint
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🇬🇧 English · Original

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There ain't switching no sides Turned your album off cause it ain't doing shit for my vibe Niggas wake up in the morning and go pick a disguise We be on Kenmare Scrolling through the Michelin Guide Even though I ain't the richest of guys I check my bank account expecting all the digits to rise Can't be too quick to decide Don't let the truth be a hit to your pride You ain't a boss you be asking for permission to slide I got a gift that make it feel like Saint Nicholas died A little frankincense and gold and the ribbon was tied I'm still moving out of kindness Though it isn't as wise Cause in the end I'm still feeling like a villain inside They showing out but we didn't subscribe Me in the flesh On the eve of my death I need my rib to survive On my worst days shorty got me feeling alive Feel like I'm looking at Aaliyah through Timbaland's eyes For real I can't thank you how you thank me Plenty seats around the table and you drank free I'm already who they told me that I can't be Word to the letters in my chain stitch Yankee I can't thank you how you thank me Plenty seats around the table and you drank free I'm already who they told me that I can't be Word to the letters on my chain stitch I don't second guess nothing if I jot it I said it They take hand outs and act like they got it on merit Gave them chance after chance Now I gotta go dead it Niggas never appreciate shit Yachty I get it They said André moving funny then they got it from Eric How I make your life a movie and I'm not in the credits How the fuck I get dropped from the edits I be confused Pocket watching niggas clocking my deposits and debits Bitch I'm bankroll fresh You ain't about to find a crease on me Make them move around like I had a lease on me Walk in smelling like I got a leaf on me Got me on Neptune like I had Kelis on me It's all peace homie We too grown for the bickering The hoes could be listening The hate started young they threw stones at my christening I know I'm nothing like them I chose to be different Saint I can't thank you how you thank me Plenty seats around the table and you drank free I'm already who they told me that I can't be Word to the letters in my chain stitch Yankee Shit I should thank me Made the right call if you anywhere DeSaint be You got real close once But you ain't me You know we can't believe in nothing that we can't see