Originals lyrics

[Verse 1: Saint pitré]
b*tches want millions of dollars
Fendi that Gucci the Prada
f*ck all that drama
The only real women I love are my sis and my mama
I'ma just grab on the mic and then spit like a Lama with spirit of Dalai
Say they gon touch me but really won't brawl me
Christian a white n*gga feeling regally
Your soul in the dark, this cold in this arch
And hand me the blunt
Told you I spark
Straight swerving the whip
n*ggas get caught straight flow be so nauseous
One life to live no time to be cautious
That's why I'm saying get right to gritty
Top of the city and right next to the throne
Down to get 'wit me the fiddly, the fiddy
It's bout to go wrong, what's bout to go wrong (huh, yeah)

I'm strictly original
f*cking up this with subliminals
Chasing the heights until thе pinnacle
Wonder wherе the minutes go for all of you haters
I drive, step back then hear y'all all in the [?]

[Hook: Saint pitré]
This is strictly original
f*ck with no fakers
So stay from my visual
Big bands like [brakers?] the paper is critical
Pitiful n*ggas try taking my centerfolds b*tch
It's [as far as the minutes?] go dollars for riddles and syllables
Swap with the rhythm cause my body in tune with the spiritual
Spitting like Eminem killing em' just like in criminal
[Verse 2: Truett]
Lit the top of the bezzle
Still out to cop it I won't ever settle
Still in the dark [?] cigarillo
Whatever not sure I'm not part of the [kettle?]
Say with the medical, say with the flames, say with the aim
Stay in my reticle [?]
[?] right to your head
My sh*ts just a whole motherf*cking level
God seemed to forgot
Really it [?]
All in my head [?] so its irrelevant, ay
Talk the sh*t [?] regretted it
All that miscredited [?] sedative
Ay, yuh
Strictly original b*tch
[Off the cliff?]
Take the script
See the visuals
I know you heard it that's what I said it for
All of my verses set in stone
But all of you fakers adjust step back and reveal how none of you make it

[Hook: Saint pitré]
This is strictly original
f*ck with no fakers
So stay from my visual
Big bands like [brakers?] the paper is critical
Pitiful n*ggas try taking my centerfolds b*tch
It's [as far as the minutes?] go dollars for riddles and syllables
Swap with the rhythm cause my body in tune with the spiritual
Spitting like Eminem killing em' just like in criminal