Cordae - Sinister lyrics

[Chorus: Cordae] Yeah, alright, my flow sinister This ain't rap music, this straight literature Small minded ni**a, all your ideas miniature They tend to hate on you 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 ni**a, I swing the pendulum If the b*tch bag a dipsh*t, 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 fu*k up, just let me talk, ni**a (Shut the fu*k up) I'm a time bomb that's waiting to go off, ni**a Quitе nuclear, amazing what fame could do to ya Too peculiar, although I'm truly a Rеnaissance starter My mind divine, this sh*t take me a lot farther Growing up, sh*t, I really had beef with my father But why bother explaining my feelings? Try harder but either way, they gon' paint you the villain Eight months with no phone dawg, we aiming for brilliance Hi-Level maintain in the building, ni**a, we making a killing [Chorus: Cordae] Yeah, alright, my flow sinister This ain't rap music, this straight literature Small minded ni**a, all your ideas miniature They tend to hate on you when they can't get rid of ya [Bridge: Cordae & Lil Wayne] A wise man told me that silence never betrayed him Keep your mouth shut 'cause ni**as got ultimatums (Yeah) Stupid situations the tongue often creates them (Yeah) The motor mouth ni**a is usually causing mayhem [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Lil' Tune flow sinister, I'ma finish ya Many men gon' need ministers, I made men of them Enemies, I'm the enema, I'ma sh*t on them Just like my keys, drop my genitals on her dental work My thoughts 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 hustling as it is Make money, feed the kids, ain't nothing 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 & Both] Yeah, alright, my flow sinister (Yeah) This ain't rap music, this straight literature (Mula) Small minded ni**a, all your ideas miniature (Yeah) They tend to hate on you 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 ni**a, I swing the pendulum If the b*tch bag a dipsh*t, 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 mindframe ensured that forever I reign, motherfu*ker