Hands Folded Together

[Verse 1]

Truly yours and not a string attached

Ringer rap, a loop involved?, you bet I bring it back

Singer rap is not at all what I be swinging at

I know too many singers for me to tune up a note

So for me to do what they know is for me to do what you don't

My hands like I'm LeGrand, I'm D to shoot up the goat, ha

Quote it, cause idol aiming is the height of training

You cover that and that'll cover back from how they played it

Made it, at the top where it's just us

It was me and then I took on the lead and pulled us up

I'm in the cut like additives, balance what your batter is

I turn Steph Curry and dance on ;em like packages

Whoa, wait, I'm just doing what I do best

I'm from where you either move or don't move without a vest

Whoa, wait, I'm just true to what I protect

My hands folded together, the proof inside of the checks

Know the motto right?

[Hook]

Hands folded together

One size fit all

These plans go to whatever

Winner takes all

And stand over whoever

Free to ride along

But it cost to wanna help us

Know the motto right

Hands folded together

One size fit all

These plans go to whatever

Winner takes all

And stand over whoever

Free to ride along

But it cost to wanna help us

Know the motto right

[Verse 2]

Release what's in me, besides the Henny its ink outta '95

With day ones who at a blink is down kamikaz'

Behind the ride but inspiring the drive

Like the engine in the back so you're behind your attire

Wait, engine in the back, luggage in the front

So you're behind your attire like tucking a button up

OK, comprehend it easy, tailor made

Sell black and white over black and whites, they compositions need me

I just take a couple stanzas, price tag the banter

And spend it on Phillipe's like velvet chicken's the answer

Art talk with zo catchers and scramblers

Weigh out the pay out and may y'all see anthems

Theme music for seeing to it and weaving through it

The metronome is herringbone how we're influenced

Step alone, my stepping stone is G rooted

I never rome, I'm better home, keep it the truest

Know the motto, right?

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Elzhi]

You can't continue to miss me over and not reap the repercussions

Me putting careers to sleep just only keeps the reaper dusting

Himself off, for you cowards beneath a thousand deaths

I bet if I watch you kick it like a FIFA crowd

You'll probably mix your reefer clouds with meth, cause its not sane

To try to match up, with this octane, you're far from Oxford

With your ox brain, when punchlines hit, as if I box train

It's hard to keep me inside of a boxed chain

Once the weak link within the lock's strain, ripping free and stretch

From my slick talk, that at times is too slippery to catch

I could've been a giant, walk through, crush the buildings

Run you up outta town, set up and ask for high rent

That's next level thuggin'

I'm a poet and you ain't even know it

Like champagne soon as they slip the drug in

After they pour it, it's better to go with your gut feeling than be heroic