Fold ft. Ar'Davis Tha Artist Lyrics

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