SINDIAN (Righteous Da Goddess) - 432 BARS lyrics

[BRIDGE: SINDIAN] Oh sh** I flow non stop 432 BARS n***a un 3x [VERSE 1: SINDIAN] f** these n***as talking about look up my stats I was in the lobby b**h with the chrome gats Smoke em out a staircase get your attic blown back Product for the squares I'm holy ghost haunted lair Spookism witch God fresh bel-air They worship this Goddess I got them n***as scared I'm a self savior, ya'll n***as child care Since a youngin, I was strapped with heat like a Russian On my stomach rubbing on my belly gun summoned Fresh fabric, get it underground move like Tubman Stay boosting, swipe quick now watch me flip a onion Im seducing, Mussolini race off to London In a dungeon Moving product coming in abundance This the Master satelliting n***as like I'm Nasa Pops taught me, Granddaddy stomping with the Kappa's Piasa, front porch lit Im a Mobster Mufasa, King on the roof he get honored now prosper f** these n***as wack they eat lobsters, we monsters Lick em f**ing clean off the sorcerer, this torcher Queen watch me lean like a chauffeur You ain't treating If money ain't raining I'm anemic This is Heroine Straight from the gutter get a treatment Let the devil, pushing n***as waves get em seasick You'll never win Nah ain't no Saturn on Venus I'm strategic Reset balance violence even Angelic and negative I'm hella magnetic Watch me relish embellished in the bezels psychedelic Ah Nina, my fingers on the boards slight fever give em seizures Asap Caesar then leisure go Diva Fell into my sauna, worship this Donna Greenland Nirvana, spitting llamas Cowboys and Sindians Young Guns loaded up n***a I'm a warrior on both sides Cowboy a stallion, Sindian roaming Western sniper, carving three stripes I knife her In the wild west over boarders come my henchmen Regulating forming up a gang don't get it twisted And my draw quick make my own bullets light up Black Claw shooting down the Sheriff clean the Piper Once upon a time in Mexico I had a vapor They hopping on there horses off to Texas get the paper Billy the Kids and Sindians, most Sindian wanted They thought I died nah n***a I stunted Got a whole f**ing tribe my cattle run in Married to the game bodies on the altar Flow be the oath with tech nine holsters Already gained respect four five sixing Throwing them trips, brick white Nixons b**hes blow the dice spitting out the kemetic Energy I throw bolts kinetic blow backs Grips on my hips carry two type elevens Alabama Whitman my flow stacks Knocking on n***as doors barrel peep holding Load that body in the trunk then I'm throwing Signs in the sky wolves out and we howling Set a trap surround your body like the Island Moor Italians, magician I pull rabbits Flipping from the lobby to the roof I'm acrobatic Told you I was married to the game I'm diplomatic Moving these bricks I'm a builder it's a habit Up in the pyramid working the Black Magick Bees in the f**ing jungle on her lotus Quoting these vowels, she truth be the scrolls Swept then jumped over the broom no safety on Groomed up now I got two tucked Shooting down the aisle f**ing the stream up Tical s**ing the cream up Dripping, damn my pockets stuffed [BRIDGE: SINDIAN]