作词 : Chauncey Hollis Jr./Cordae Dunston/Dwayne Carter/Rafeal X. Brown

作曲 : Chauncey Hollis Jr./Cordae Dunston/Dwayne Carter/Rafeal X. Brown

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 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 ten of 'em

I don't follow trends my nigga, I swing the pendulum

If the nigga bag a dipshit, I'm gon' give her some

Let's 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)

I'm a time bomb that's waiting to go off nigga

Quite nuclear, amazing what fame could do to ya

Too peculiar, although I'm truly a Renaissance starter

My mind divine, this shit take me a lot farther

Growing up, shit, I really had beef with my father

But why bother explaining my feelings?

Try harder but either way they gon' paint you the villain

Eight months with no phone dawg, we aiming for brilliance

Hi-Level maintain in the building, nigga we making a killing

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 you 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 them (Yeah)

The word of mouth nigga is usually causing mayhem

Lil' Tune flow sinister, I'mma finish ya

Minutemen gon' need ministers, I made men and them

Enemies I'm the enema, I'mma shit on them

Just like my keys, drop my shit on the dental work

My thoughts 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 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**k

Yeah, alright, my flow sinister (Yeah)

This ain't rap music, this straight literature (Who that?)

Small minded nigga, all your ideas miniature (Yeah)

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 ten of 'em

I don't follow trends my nigga, I swing the pendulum

If the nigga bag a dipshit, I'm gon' give her some

Yeah, alright, my flow sinister (Yeah, Yeah)

Yeah, alright, my flow sinister

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 is sure that forever I reign, mother****er