Artist: Cordae (Feat Lil Wayne)
Album: From A Bird’s Eye View
Year: 2021
[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 bag a dipshit, 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, shout out 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’mma finish ya
Many men gon’ need ministers, I’m amen-in’ ’em
Enemies, I’m the enema, I’mma 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 Bs 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 till the lid, eight-hundred, eat a dick
[Chorus – 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 bag a dipshit, 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
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