Lyrics Forbes - Sinecal

Yeah
Sinergy
Just like that we back
Yeah

My condo got condoms in it
Same place rhymes invented
Weak shit your style is rented
New school my vibe is vintage
When your album drop I need my percentage
When the beat drop sound like my apprentice
Need some good smoke plus a good drink
Climb the food chain I just made a new link
Give a fuck what you think lose it all in a blink
We got ice and Champagne overflowing in the sink
Baby let that sink in
Fuck a new Bugatti told my nigga bring the Brinks in
Gotta blank check told the label bring the ink in
Got some snow bunnies tell Audi bring the Trix in
Now bitch just bring the drinks in
Tryanna get me back tho acting like a brat tho
That flew in the past like a Pterodactyl
I'm moving through my cash flow moving like I'm Castro
They say I'm moving like an asshole but I'm moving in a castle
My blood my sweat my tears yeah
Climb through the tiers now I shine with my peers
I'm the name that you hear when they cheer yeah
I'm the one that they fear when I'm near yeah
Yeah yeah
Your niggas they egging you on
Lighting the green in the bong
Smoking the earth yeah I'm strong
My girl she holding my arm
We here now just ring the alarm
I'm here now just call me the don
I'm putting my all in these songs
I'm spending it all on the charm yeah
Parking the car on the lawn yeah
Repping the gang till I'm gone yeah
All of these rappers my sons yeah
All of em losing they calm yeah
I get the bag and flip it
I'm going past the limit
My verses like the service yeah I'm going pastor in it
I will outlast the gimmicks cuz I just spazz wit lyrics
All in my glass the spirits all of my passions serious
All of my enemies ganging up
All of my bitches is tanning up
None of these niggas is man enough
All of these bitches is scandalous
You'll never know if you don't ever try the shit
All around the globe I been on some flyer shit
I been on the low laying who I'm tired with
I was in the zone when you was on some choir shit
All the chickens roll they been on some higher shit
All my brother cold they just on some rider shit
You been on the gram you get your supplier hit
You been on the stand wonder who you siding with
This is Pay Per View this is not a Firestick
Dip you in the pool we can't let the wire hit
I am just the truth I don't fuck a lying bitch
I am just the proof I am just the science bitch
Riding in the coupe this is not a Scion bitch
This the rule of thumb we ruling with an iron fist
Finger fucking in the car smirking when I eye your bitch
Living to the limit no regrets that I'm dying with