Sinister Lyrics – Cordae ft. Lil Wayne

[Chorus: Cordae]
Yeah, alright, my flow sinister
This ain't rap music, this straight literature
Small-minded n!gga, all your ideas miniature
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 n!gga, I swing the pendulum
If the b!tch bad, good d!ck, sh!t I'm gone 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 f**k up, just let me talk, n!gga
(Shut the f**k up)
I'm a time bomb that's waiting to go off, n!gga
Quitе nuclear, amazing what fame could do to ya
Too peculiar, although I'm truly a Rеnaissance starter
My mind divine, this sh!t take me a lot farther
Growing up, sh!t, I really had beef with my father
But why bother explaining my feelings?
Try harder but either way, they gone paint you the villain
(Yeah)
Eight months with no phone, dawg, we aiming for brilliance
Hi-Level maintain in the building, n!gga
We making a killing, woo (Oh)

[Chorus: Cordae & Lil Wayne]
Yeah, alright, my flow sinister
This ain't rap music, this straight literature
Small-minded n!gga, 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 n!ggas got ultimatums (Yeah)
Stupid situations, the tongue often creates 'em (Yeah)
The motor mouth n!gga is usually causing mayhem

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Lil' Tune flow sinister, I'ma finish ya
Many men gone need ministers, I'm amen-ing 'em
Enemies, I'm the enema, I'ma sh!t 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 Bs all VVs, I call em' Vivica
Skating 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 'til the lid, eight-hundred, eat a d!ck

[Chorus: Cordae & Lil Wayne]
Yeah, alright, my flow sinister (Yeah)
This ain't rap music, this straight literature (Mula)
Small minded n!gga, 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 n!gga, I swing the pendulum
If the b!tch bad, good d!ck, sh!t I'm gone give her some

[Outro: Cordae]
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, motherf**ker