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Fold
by D-Twist & Ar'Davis Tha Artist
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Back on my shit, back in my mode, back on my grind, they on they toes, dried my clothes
still won't fold, said I dried my clothes, still won't fold
I'm a family man, I stay to myself, but my niggas wheels shoot in broad day
When interrogated, that was shh, shh
Yall be singin' more than broadway, been through more pain than Rob Wave
And I lock her down like Gary Payton
And we don't really need no banmains, just to show the haters that we balling
I'm a different type of lyrical assassin, very interactive when I get the spazzin
Yo BM show Chi-Chi's, went super saiyan all on my dragon
Features need to be 2k, everybody think that they all madden
Niggas think I got average bars
When they rewind it, they gon' know it's classic
Quantum physics got me lean, sippin' not for the high, make me think different
Why every song sounds just the same, and every masterpiece need a second listen
How dare niggas talk top rappers, and they never wanna put me in it
Go Charles Manson, I just sit back, thinkin' dope shit, watch my pen kill it
While I flow in line, I let my mane twist it
Niggas want my crown, they power non-existent
Name a king that cowards down to counterfeiting,
Sneakin' powder mixed with vitamins, silence em
Who the fuck told you to let em in, niggas crowd up and get settled in
I got the gavel
Now you got the countdown
Till I load this ammo, get to peddlin',
Yadadmean, niggas gon' act like they clappin' and snappin' on niggas who try to speak down on your name
Notice they soon turn they back when you disagree with the objective of how to obtain
Crazy I payin' it forward results to rhetorical questions inside of my brain
Now I zone like a quarter, cause bein' too close to your niggas too hard is to restrain
No time for this, had to blow a few high and learn the Woo Sah
And zone on my own a bit, called along red tone, extend her jawbone she made me phone home and shit
Knowin' that ain't no one stoppin' us,
Naah
No problem, we'll sit there and humble us
Why
Not one of you niggas compare to us, turn the dust, fold
Back on my shit, back in my mode, back on my grind, they on they toes, dried my clothes
still won't fold, said I dried my clothes, still won't fold
I'm a family man, I stay to myself, but my niggas wheels shoot in broad day
When interrogated, that was shh, shh
Yall be singin' more than broadway, been through more pain than Rob Wave
And I lock her down like Gary Payton
And we don't really need no banmains, just to show the haters that we balling
I'm a different type of lyrical assassin, very interactive when I get the spazzin
Yo BM show Chi-Chi's, went super saiyan all on my dragon
Features need to be 2k, everybody think that they all madden
Niggas think I got average bars
When they rewind it, they gon' know it's classic
Quantum physics got me lean, sippin' not for the high, make me think different
Why every song sounds just the same, and every masterpiece need a second listen
How dare niggas talk top rappers, and they never wanna put me in it
Go Charles Manson, I just sit back, thinkin' dope shit, watch my pen kill it
While I flow in line, I let my mane twist it
Niggas want my crown, they power non-existent
Name a king that cowards down to counterfeiting,
Sneakin' powder mixed with vitamins, silence em
Who the fuck told you to let em in, niggas crowd up and get settled in
I got the gavel
Now you got the countdown
Till I load this ammo, get to peddlin',
Yadadmean, niggas gon' act like they clappin' and snappin' on niggas who try to speak down on your name
Notice they soon turn they back when you disagree with the objective of how to obtain
Crazy I payin' it forward results to rhetorical questions inside of my brain
Now I zone like a quarter, cause bein' too close to your niggas too hard is to restrain
No time for this, had to blow a few high and learn the Woo Sah
And zone on my own a bit, called along red tone, extend her jawbone she made me phone home and shit
Knowin' that ain't no one stoppin' us,
Naah
No problem, we'll sit there and humble us
Why
Not one of you niggas compare to us, turn the dust, fold
