[Verse 1: Tyson Sybateli] Prayers getting sung by people I've never mentioned God these hallelujahs got different lyrics and lessons Competing in different settings With angels I keep forgetting So it's rest in peace my love ones I'd be damned like Kendrick Nile rivers turn fountain if I allow this Drown mountains Coin flip wish a nigga would cry about this I'd flood the walls meant to house him Tip of the iceberg Fifteen minutes you been winning now it's my turn Scribble through the diction I don't like words Nearly had a little lamb Mary, how I'm dripping fam Varies, fleece packing snow merry I was selling dope dairy Now we milking niggas Every stream turn they favourites to my little niggas Signing niggas till they bleed calf blood If you moving with us I can't be hit I'm like Mandela boxing opps up in the ring Easy win Yelling take it to the chin Or I take my money elsewhere Devil tried to bet against me with no health care Bank account heart scare Every door we thought was still blocked had no locks there Keys open doors when my fury had hell there Clipse knock the door off Bust up in your living room with guns drawn Two pistol Tyson nigga no craft Lara how I'm Pimping At making baller decisions And I'm use to swapping women like different pots in the kitchen This the flyest shit kicking since Mr Bean's Johnny English nigga [Verse 2: Sipho the Gift] It's Sipho the Gift (and it's 4058 nigga) Don't disturb me on my Ras al Gul, I'm in the shadows I'm in the gutter raising up tadpoles This is a contact sport, I'm with the tackles (yeah) Niggas jump on wax and get the gallows This ain't nothing like you were hoping (nah) This that dark knight, Gotham City, Christopher Nolan My presence is loud, I'm soft spoken And I lean on the wheel like it was stolen Check the aspect ratio This is nothing for the radio Still getting plays from your lady though Rows of niggas paddling up streams, like it'll phase me though (nah) Still double dipping in these gravy boats In this cinematic universe, I'm the one to marvel at Calling plays like a quarter back Staring at you hungry for fame, like what the fuck is that (huh) The name stay on buzz with no starter pack Started with dreams of hookie, touching on shores Now we doing sales, we selling out of the stores On my bully, you can call the bookie, settling scores Better pay up, before I send Sybateli to your door And I will... don't play with me
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