Just, please, just, please, just, please, just
You need Jesus, you need money in the freezers
You need lawyer fees paid so your accounts doesn't freeze
You need business next to your loyalty, just, please, just
You need couple keys to read, just, you need Hennessy
I mean, do say penny, please, any, please, black, oh, Hennessy
You need gold, more, you need leather and some silk
And some nauticals in your wardrobe
You need three knocks, more coal
You need real names, birthdays, horoscope
You need cards and car logs and barcodes
This * don't even make no sense, though
Startin' to get weird to dance, though
Look when we broke, how it ends, though
Look how insecurities end us
Bitch, I finally see him, bitch
I finally beat the odds
He finally got his lawyer money up, he beat the charts
He finally swayed the moths
We finally went to God
We finally hit the rocks
We finally hit cigars
We finally shook the odds
We finally hit cigars
We finally shook the odds
We finally shook the odds
We finally rolled the dice, took it off
Touch the die
We finally shook the odds
We finally shook the odds
We more than go tomorrow
Cause we finally shook the
Jesus
My name is Saint John
I'ma keep it on