Sinister - Cordae ft. 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

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 bad, good dick, shit, I'm gon' give her some

Let's reflect times, I try to collect minds

From complex rhymes and, by the way, shoutout 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

Quite nuclear, amazin' what fame could do to ya

Too peculiar, although I'm truly a Renaissance 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)

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

Lil' Tune flow sinister, I'ma finish ya

Many men gon' need ministers, I'm amen-in' 'em

Enemies, I'm the enema, I'ma 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 B's 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 'til the lid, eight-hundred, eat a dick

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 bad, good dick, shit, I'm gon' give her some

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