Motif by Saint Geist Lyrics
[Chorus]
On the block baby work this
One shot, bet he merk this
In the shop, and he wordsmith
Yeah, never drop till its perfect
On the block baby work this
One shot, bet he merk this
In the shop, and he wordsmith
Yeah, never drop till its perfect
[Verse]
Move keys on the d-low
Got green lit by the OG
Go deep when he free throw
Got a forty bout four three
What's the motif of the beat though?
Sipping vino with the gold teeth
Carry-on from Milan, Dom
Perignon with the gold leaf
She Mariana with the deep throat
Lemme get up in that O’Keefe
Infinity and beyond, finna blow like C4
AC with the Freon, so I don’t freeze
Still coming with the heat though
Big dreams of the neon
So I don’t sleep, stay woke
No sheep, no Little Bo Peep
Little more deeper, little more longer
Little more heat, more minutes in the sauna
They won’t believe in the double entendres
I been to the college, and got a degree in
Each one of your genres, closing the case
Cause no one objected his honor
I promise I’m staying as real in Paganis
As ever I was in the Honda, I maintain
Still rocking the Plain Jane, ain’t talking no
Fonda, I gave em something to ponder
I never needed a sponsor, off in the Amazon
Pulling teeth out pirhanas, Saint Geist with the
Snake eyes, boy I'm squeezing this anaconda
[Chorus]
On the block baby work this
One shot, bet he merk this
In the shop, and he wordsmith
Yeah, never drop till its perfect
On the block baby work this
One shot, bet he merk this
In the shop, and he wordsmith
Yeah, never drop till its perfect
[Outro]
Saint Geist
Saint of the Zeitgeist, coming soon
Nah, that's not what I wanna say
Fuck 'em... it's like my internal clock
Just tells me to say fuck 'em
On the block baby work this
One shot, bet he merk this
In the shop, and he wordsmith
Yeah, never drop till its perfect
On the block baby work this
One shot, bet he merk this
In the shop, and he wordsmith
Yeah, never drop till its perfect
[Verse]
Move keys on the d-low
Got green lit by the OG
Go deep when he free throw
Got a forty bout four three
What's the motif of the beat though?
Sipping vino with the gold teeth
Carry-on from Milan, Dom
Perignon with the gold leaf
She Mariana with the deep throat
Lemme get up in that O’Keefe
Infinity and beyond, finna blow like C4
AC with the Freon, so I don’t freeze
Still coming with the heat though
Big dreams of the neon
So I don’t sleep, stay woke
No sheep, no Little Bo Peep
Little more deeper, little more longer
Little more heat, more minutes in the sauna
They won’t believe in the double entendres
I been to the college, and got a degree in
Each one of your genres, closing the case
Cause no one objected his honor
I promise I’m staying as real in Paganis
As ever I was in the Honda, I maintain
Still rocking the Plain Jane, ain’t talking no
Fonda, I gave em something to ponder
I never needed a sponsor, off in the Amazon
Pulling teeth out pirhanas, Saint Geist with the
Snake eyes, boy I'm squeezing this anaconda
[Chorus]
On the block baby work this
One shot, bet he merk this
In the shop, and he wordsmith
Yeah, never drop till its perfect
On the block baby work this
One shot, bet he merk this
In the shop, and he wordsmith
Yeah, never drop till its perfect
[Outro]
Saint Geist
Saint of the Zeitgeist, coming soon
Nah, that's not what I wanna say
Fuck 'em... it's like my internal clock
Just tells me to say fuck 'em