Sinister

[Chorus: Cordae] Yeah, alright, my flow sinister This ain't rap music, this straight literature Small-minded nigga, all your ideas miniature They tend to hate on ya when they can't get rid of ya I ain't goin' nowhere, twenty year career minimum Call Hit-Boy for beats, ask for ten of 'em I don't follow trends, my nigga, I swing the pendulum If the bitch bad, good dick, shit, I'm gon' give her some [Verse 1: Cordae] Let's reflect times, I try to collect minds From complex rhymes and, by the way, shoutout Tech N9ne, uh Go and shut the fuck up, just let me talk, nigga (Shut the fuck up) I'm a time bomb that's waitin' to go off, nigga Quitе nuclear, amazin' what fame could do to ya Too peculiar, although I'm truly a Rеnaissance starter My mind divine, this shit take me a lot farther Growing up, shit, I really had beef with my father But why bother explainin' my feelings? Try harder, but either way, they gon' paint you the villain (Yeah) Eight months with no phone, dawg, we aimin' for brilliance Hi-Level maintain in the building, nigga, we makin' a killin', woo (Oh) [Chorus: Cordae & Lil Wayne] Yeah, alright, my flow sinister This ain't rap music, this straight literature Small-minded nigga, all your ideas miniature They tend to hate on ya when they can't get rid of ya A wise man told me that silence never betrayed him Keep your mouth shut, 'cause niggas got ultimatums (Yeah) Stupid situations, the tongue often creates 'em (Yeah) The motor mouth nigga is usually causin' mayhem [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Lil' Tune flow sinister, I'ma finish ya Many men gon' need ministers, I'm amen-in' 'em Enemies, I'm the enema, I'ma shit on them Just like my keys, drop my genitals on her dental work My thots I keep confidential or it's consequential Our philosophies unidentical, I'm not into ya My Siamese brother Benjamin, it's how I stick to him These diamond B's all VVs, I call em' Vivica Skatin' underneath a bridge, stay hustlin' as it is Make money, feed the kids, ain't nothin' in the fridge Wake up, repeat the sins, eight blunts, I needed ten Stay muddy 'til the lid, eight-hundred, eat a dick [Chorus: Cordae, Lil Wayne, Cordae & Lil Wayne] Yeah, alright, my flow sinister (Yeah) This ain't rap music, this straight literature (Mula) Small minded nigga, all your ideas miniature (Yeah) They tend to hate on ya when they can't get rid of ya I ain't going nowhere, twenty year career minimum Call Hit-Boy for beats, ask for ten of 'em I don't follow trends my nigga, I swing the pendulum If the bitch bad, good dick, shit, I'm gon' give her some [Outro: Cordae] Yeah, alright, my flow sinister (Yeah, yeah) Yeah, alright, my flow sinister Huh, yeah, alright, my flow sinister Never lied in my rhymes, you can go ask Jennifer That's my mom's name, I create and find change My mind frame ensures that forever I reign, motherfucker