Sinister (feat. Lil Wayne)

Yeah, alright, my flow sinister
This aint rap music, this straight literature
Small-minded nigga, all your ideas miniature
They tend to hate on ya when they cant get rid of ya
I aint goin nowhere, twenty year career minimum
Call Hit-Boy for beats, aks for ten of em
I dont follow trends my nigga, I swing the pendulum
If the ***** bag a dipshit , Im gon give her some
Lets reflect times, I try to collect minds
From complex rhymes and, by the way, shoutout Tech N9ne, uh
Go and shut the **** up, just let me talk, nigga (Shut the **** up)
Im a time bomb thats waitin to go off, nigga
Quitе nuclear, amazin what fame could do to ya
Too peculiar, although Im 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)
Yeah, alright, my flow sinister
This aint rap music, this straight literature
Small-minded nigga, all your ideas miniature
They tend to hate on ya when they cant 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 isusually causin mayhem
Lil Tune flow sinister, Ima finish ya
Many men gon need ministers, I'm amen-in em
Enemies, Im the enema, Ima shit on them
Just like my keys , drop my ******** on her dental work
My thots I keep confidential or its consequential
Our philosophies unidentical, Im not into ya
My Siamese brother Benjamin, its how I stick to him
These diamond Bs all VVs, I call em Vivica
Skatin underneath a bridge, stay hustlin as it is
Make money, feed the kids, aint nuttin in the fridge
Wake up, repeat the sins, eight blunts, I needed ten
Stay muddy til the lid, eight-hundred, eat a ****
Yeah, alright, my flow sinister (Yeah)
This aint rap music, this straight literature (Mula)
Small minded nigga, all your ideas miniature (Yeah)
They tend to hate on ya when they cant get rid of ya
I aint going nowhere, twenty year career minimum
Call Hit-Boy for beats, ask for ten of em
I dont follow trends my nigga, I swing the pendulum
If the ***** bag a dipshit, Im 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 aks Jennifer
Thats my moms name, I create and find change
My mind frame ensures that forever I reign, mother****er