[Intro]

Asia to Fiji

Know what I'm saying?

The saints out

On the premises

I smell blood

Know what I'm saying?

[Verse 1 - Code Nine]

Yo

Benelli super 90 in the Jansport

My summer joints kamikaze

Peep my reflection pool in Abu Dhabi

The tan Cardi, splash Salvador Dali

Watch the team wyling

Peace ghost, my team styling on the 490

Y'all probably illuminati

Cop a gray Ducati

My speaker blessings from shotty

Bumping mega rowdy

Couldn't give a fuck who around me

Keep the temple cloudy

Sharp cinema clips surroundings

And the view astounding

Our shackles 24 carat at the Sheraton

Metallic blue Beamer with plates from Maryland

Hitori with the javelin, mask off and no glovеs

[?] Swinging a funko without a donut

Argentinian smoke gracing the boat dеck

Shock a hostess at the coat check

And I don't rock a Rolex

Didn't break a sweat and finished both sets

40 with the carbon on the whole grip, loaded clip

[Hook x2]

Sin is roaming when the saints out

Moonstroke a paintbrush across a gray cloud

I'ma need to change routes (change routes)

I'ma need a way out (way out)

[Verse 2 - Code Nine]

Roll 77's like grits in gravy

Dice deity scenery, prosper feeling safely

Brenda's baby around the alley side

Camouflage, pop a BMX wheelie, got on the handlebars

Tarot card pharaoh, Tone his baby Mac-11

A true sermon make him smack a reverend

Hell on Earth, the proof we lack a Heaven

Saw the devil through the eyes of children

Bleeding out a fractured desert, snatch a weapon

Caught a pheasant for the feast, fed pheasants

Magnificent 7 loaded like it's a western

Fresher than Sean Nelson handling chess lessons

Bless sessions at Best Westerns, it's well-tested

Automatic for 3, high speeds

Mahmoud Ab do rock from the key, light breeze

Stoned his martyrs honorably, concrete

Indian, no sign of the chief inside of the beast

[Hook x2]

Sin is roaming when the saints out

Moonstroke a paintbrush across a gray cloud

I'ma need to change routes (change routes)

I'ma need a way out (way out)

[Verse 3 - Code Nine]

Yo

Shit, you'd think I owned a silkworm

I hold my liquor plus my wheel firm

Golden nuggets on the marble counter, fields burn

Fly Kamini, no treaty, rather my meals earned

My ash could fill urns

Blue Cheese and I'm a lactose

I lift the gravel like a backhoe

Pardon the blood, I hit the backstroke

Light hazy through the crack smoke

Sun only shine through where the glass broke

Mosaic, my dark city streets ain't sacred

No saints here, just anguish, pearl Vanquish

Blurred faces, briefcases

I'm out east, caught in Newport smoke and car chases

Stained my polo with the Kush resin

They call me Tony

Time served sometimes the greatest hood blessing

I just play my section

Blueprint unravel on the table

Architects with they plan destined

[Hook x2]

Sin is roaming when the saints out

Moonstroke a paintbrush across a gray cloud

I'ma need to change routes (change routes)

I'ma need a way out (way out)