Cordae & Lil Wayne – Sinister Lyrics

Cordae Sinister Lyrics (feat. Lil Wayne)

Yeah, alright, my flow sinister
This ain’t rap music, this straight literature
Small-minded n****, 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 n****, I swing the pendulum
If the bitch bag addiction, 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, n**** (Shut the fuck up)
I’m a time bomb that’s waiting to go off, n****
Quitе nuclear, amazing what fame can 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 explaining my feelings?
Try harder but either way, they gon’ paint you the villain
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, n****, we making a killin’, whoo!

Alright, my flow sinister
This ain’t rap music, this straight literature
Small-minded n****, all your ideas miniature
They tend to hate on you when they can’t get rid of ya

A wise man told me that silence never betrayed him
Keep your mouth shut ’cause n***** got ultimatums (Yeah)
Stupid situations, the tongue often creates ’em (Yeah)
The motor mouth n**** is usually causing mayhem

Lil’ Tune flow sinister, I’ma finish ya
Many men gon’ need ministers, I’m amen’ing them
Enemies, I’m the enema, I’ma shit on them
Just like my keys, drop my genitals on her dental work
My thoughts I keep confidential, it’s consequential
Philosophies unidentical, I’m not into ya
My Siamese brother Benjamin, that’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 to the lid, eight hundred, eat a dick

Yeah, alright, my flow sinister (Yeah)
This ain’t rap music, this straight literature (Mula)
Small-minded n****, 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 n****, I swing the pendulum
If the bitch bag addiction, I’m gon’ give her some

Yeah, alright, my flow sinister
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