[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, aks for ten of ´em
I don´t follow trends my nigga, I swing the pendulum
If the bitch bag a dipshit, I´m gon´ give her some

[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)

[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

[Lil Wayne]
Lil´ Tune flow sinister, I´ma finish ya
Many men gon´ need ministers, I´m amen-in´ ´em
Enemies, I´m the enema, I´ma shit 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

Skatin´ underneath a bridge, stay hustlin´ as it is
Make money, feed the kids, ain´t nuttin´ in the fridge
Wake up, repeat the sins, eight blunts, I needed ten
Stay muddy ´til the lid, eight-hundred, eat a dick

[Cordae & Lil Wayne]
Yeah, alright, my flow sinister (Yeah)
This ain´t rap music, this straight literature (Mula)
Small minded nigga, 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 nigga, I swing the pendulum
If the bitch bag a dipshit, I´m gon´ give her some

[ 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 aks Jennifer
That´s my mom´s name, I create and find change
My mind frame ensures that forever I reign, motherfucker