Sanjuro - Denzel Curry ft. 454

You number one, now it's time to start sneakin' up (Oh)

This for my niggas that say I ain't deep enough (Oh)

Me, I been talkin' for those that don't speak enough (Oh)

Bitch, I'm a king, R.I.P to King Geedorah

Let's go

You number one, now it's time to start sneakin' up

This for my niggas that say I ain't deep enough

Me, I been talkin' for those that don't speak enough

Bitch, I'm a king, R.I.P. to King Geedorah (Oh)

Give out dilemmas, we takin' out problems (Oh)

All of this hate, keep on spreadin' like pollen (Oh)

I rose above it like flowers that blossomed (Oh)

Air Force energy black as T'Challa (Doo-doo-doo, doo)

Why niggas talkin' that cash shit

Knowin' damn well niggas don't have shit? (Doo-doo-doo, doo)

That's why a nigga don't flash shit

'Cause niggas pullin' up with mad sticks

I'm the nigga walkin' through the mist (Through the mist)

Still reportin' live from the depths of the abyss (From the ground)

I'm too dedicated like I'm Wayne in '06 (Uh-huh)

But the only thing missing is the motherfuckin' wicks, uh (Okay)

Sunshine state with a great lil' life

For the ones that can't everyday, quick pace (Quick pace)

In your face, broad day, jumpin' on the interstate

Too fast, might get caught up in a race (Caught up in a race)

Yeah, you know how it go in the states for a crate

Want a quarter-million dollars for a space (Dollars for a space)

Just made it out the mud to a way

In New York for the green with no place, I got K (Place, I got K)

Now the game is colder than the Arctic

Sittin' in the darkness, feelin' like a starless night

So I gotta be the light, regardless

Even though I'm tryna make a livin' as a artist

Anyway, I gotta be on point just like a marksman

Hard to be a rapper when they makin' you the target

Niggas in the field and they be drillin' like a sergeant

Some take souls, some sell it like a auction

A whole lotta niggas gettin' locked up (Locked)

If they don't, then them niggas get shot up (Pew-pew)

Just heard that they found a nigga last week (What?)

In his hood with his whole body chopped up (Oh)

Got me feelin' like, "Damn, that's fucked up" (Yeah)

Gotta keep my face clean and a gun tucked

In the bathroom smokin' on the must-must

Pray to God that any nigga don't rush us, damn

Sunshine state with a great lil' life

For the ones that can't everyday, quick pace (Quick pace)

In your face, broad day, jumpin' on the interstate

Too fast, might get caught up in the race (Caught up in the race)

Yeah, you know how it go in the states for a crate

Want a quarter-million dollars for a space (Dollars for a space)

Just made it out the mud to a way

In New York for the green with no place, I got K (Place, I got K)