Sinister Cordae (Ft. Lil Wayne)

[Chorus: Cordae]
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

[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 fuck up, just let me talk, nigga (Shut the fuck up)
I'm a time bomb that's waitin' to go off, nigga
Quitе nuclear, amazin' what fame could 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 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)

[Chorus: Cordae & 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
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