Saint People [07/22/2025]

[Verse 1]

Some people don’t realize how fucked up you are

Saint people don’t exist, I’m a believer that just sins

In God’s name, I proclaim myself as two Rs

RaS and Ra, my flow, my games, and that help me feel

The art of music, that’s what I love, I’m real

My heart uses rap as a way to escape from me

And these girls that every day just fuck with it

Is it enough work to be okay and lust all day?

I mean, I got the Lord’s power in me, my name

But I’m no saint, I love sex and that’s a sin, okay?

I’m not perfect, and that makes me human like you

I’m not an exception, and that’s why I take it fast too

“Saint” is subjective, Nazis prolly said the same

Ain’t my perspective, ’cause all this feels the same

 

[Hook]

Saint People

 

[Verse 2]

Thinkin’ ’bout it

I’m no one to crash your party

Continue with it all, y’all prolly don’t give a fuck what I’m sayin’

Lost you with all this fake holy shit, and then I be prayin’

In my bed, with my legs startin’ to sleep on soft pillows

My head can’t check the Bible, to me it’s like lost people

Don’t get me wrong, I’m a believer in Jesus

I belong to God, but now I can’t stop the squeezin’

I’m a lonely man that just wants some easy sex

But this chick don’t get it, is it hard to comprehend?

Is it me, or my bad choices? I don’t know what’s wrong

Maybe I’m not hot enough, or it ain’t sexy makin’ this type of song

Fuck it, I’m not locked, I’m not sad for that, I’m strong

But strong don’t mean you ain’t lonely and feelin’ gone

I’m a saint, only blessed by God, I can’t be locked

What does “saint” mean? I just think we don’t know shit

To me, it means wastin’ our time tryna prove somethin’

Can I be a saint if I kill people? Man, can I be one? Fuck this

“But among you there must not be even a hint of sexual immorality…”

And now you here, a lot of things hit, and eventually

Got you thinkin’, “Now God gon’ be mad at me,” but ain’t that conflictual shit?

I think we just humans, and if God is mad

Well… He’s the one that needs to learn about that

 

[Hook]

Saint People

 

[Verse 3]

One, two, three, and I feel it

From, through, see, and ideal shit

Some people say RaS ain’t a real rapper

To be equal, they don’t rap, they just yap up

Y’all up above, they don’t sing to clear shit

They just sing to clear sins, ain’t the same, G

I speak, then open my mouth and dry the bread

I need a break, just go out, fly, and wine, treat?

“RaS, I want good bread, my old hoe can’t cut heads

How can I overcome? RaS, I really need ya help

Pray for me, dog,” I’m like, “Y’all too weak to heal yaself”

I mean, it’s hard to do it if ya don’t try yaself, man

While I’m sleepin’, dreamin’ ’bout her, ’bout breasts, man

I don’t wanna sin no more, but it ain’t easy work, my friend

How we won’t see hoes no more, when that’s our lust and end?

But hey… we got a thousand years of gettin’ the Bible wrong

Bad translations and “professionals” losin’ disciples

Fake idols all around while the message lost its cycles

Fuck it, I just wanna make my point: why a white Latin can’t say the N-word?

“It’s cultural”? So y’all can say “whitey” now? And by the way, censored?

Then work, and when work turns into men work, don’t mention “men words”

Girls are accepted today, stop screamin’ to be heard more, makes no sense

Y’all turnin’ into the shit y’all used to hate, is that okay every day?

I don’t wanna walk in and leave like it’s my own way

So when people ask you what a holy saint is…

Just show ’em this, and pray for better days

Saint People rest