Sinister Lyrics by Cordae
Make money feed the kids
{?} nothing in the fridge
Yeah, alright, my flow sinister
This ain’t rap music, this straight literature
Small minded n#gg#, all your ideas miniature
They tend to hate on you when they can’t get rid of ya
I ain’t going nowhere, twenty year career minimum
Call Hit-Boy for beats, ask for 10 of ’em
I don’t follow trends my n#gg#, I swing the pendulum
If the b#tch bad, then {?} I’mma give her some
Yeah, alright, my flow sinister (Yeah, Yeah)
Yeah, alright, my flow sinister (Alright, Alright)
Yeah, alright, my flow sinister
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