LYRICS: Cordae – Sinister

Refrain: Cordae]
Yeah, alright, my circulate sinister
This ain’t rap music, this straight literature
Small-minded nigga, all of your concepts miniature
They have a tendency to hate on ya once they can’t do away with ya
I ain’t goin’ nowhere, twenty 12 months profession minimal
Name Hit-Boy for beats, ask for ten of ’em
I don’t observe tendencies, my nigga, I swing the pendulum
If the bitch unhealthy, good dick, shit, I’m gon’ give her some

[Verse 1: Cordae]
Let’s mirror instances, I attempt to accumulate minds
From complicated rhymes and, by the best way, shoutout Tech N9ne, uh
Go and shut the fuck up, simply let me discuss, nigga (Shut the fuck up)
I’m a time bomb that’s waitin’ to go off, nigga
Quitе nuclear, amazin’ what fame may do to ya
Too peculiar, though I’m actually a Rеnaissance starter
My thoughts divine, this shit take me loads farther
Rising up, shit, I actually had beef with my father
However why hassle explainin’ my emotions?
Attempt tougher, however both manner, they gon’ paint you the villain (Yeah)
Eight months with no telephone, dawg, we aimin’ for brilliance
Hello-Stage keep within the constructing, nigga, we makin’ a killin’, woo (Oh)

[Chorus: Cordae & Lil Wayne]
Yeah, alright, my circulate sinister
This ain’t rap music, this straight literature
Small-minded nigga, all of your concepts miniature
They have a tendency to hate on ya once they can’t do away with ya
A clever man informed me that silence by no means betrayed him
Hold your mouth shut, ’trigger niggas bought ultimatums (Yeah)
Silly conditions, the tongue usually creates ’em (Yeah)
The motor mouth nigga is often causin’ mayhem

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Lil’ Tune circulate sinister, I’ma end ya
Many males gon’ want ministers, I’m amen-in’ ’em
Enemies, I’m the enema, I’ma shit on them
Similar to my keys, drop my genitals on her dental work
My thots I hold confidential or it’s consequential
Our philosophies unidentical, I’m not into ya
My Siamese brother Benjamin, it’s how I stick with him
These diamond B’s all VVs, I name em’ Vivica
Skatin’ beneath a bridge, keep hustlin’ as it’s
Make cash, feed the children, ain’t nothin’ within the fridge
Get up, repeat the sins, eight blunts, I wanted ten
Keep muddy ’til the lid, eight-hundred, eat a dick

[Chorus: Cordae, Lil Wayne, Cordae & Lil Wayne]
Yeah, alright, my circulate sinister (Yeah)
This ain’t rap music, this straight literature (Mula)
Small minded nigga, all of your concepts miniature (Yeah)
They have a tendency to hate on ya once they can’t do away with ya
I ain’t going nowhere, twenty 12 months profession minimal
Name Hit-Boy for beats, ask for ten of ’em
I don’t observe tendencies my nigga, I swing the pendulum
If the bitch unhealthy, good dick, shit, I’m gon’ give her some

[Outro: Cordae]
Yeah, alright, my circulate sinister
(Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, alright, my circulate sinister
Huh, yeah, alright, my circulate sinister
By no means lied in my rhymes, you possibly can go ask Jennifer
That’s my mother’s identify, I create and discover change
My thoughts body ensures that eternally I reign, motherfucker