Denzel Curry - Ultra lyrics

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Denzel Curry - Ultra lyrics

[Verse 1: Yung Kane] Money and power Rolling and blowing the sour I could see you as a coward You get devoured This is a lyrical shower Watch me release all this power Just counting the hour to come Where the real will be praised And the child will be able to raise No fail, this story of polices inflicting they rage Trying to put us in a grave Back up n***a make space Let the tech burn Couldn't even save face ULT coming f**ing up the place TRNE we the new generation Patience the key but a n***a won't shake So it come down to it then I'm coming at your neck Keep a grip on respect Everybody show love All I know is trill n***as, you don't really want [?] [Verse 2: Nell] Back up now it's time to wreck This tec get right in his chest Town hall got me all upset [?] These n***as don't pose a threat Put them in that cobra stretch I be got them close to d**h From f**ing with the ultimate I guess this how we supposed to get I'm about to expose some sh** These boys don't be real so now I watch who I be smoking with It's best you watch your mouth and pay attention to how close you get Is they really feeling me? If they is it's silly me Jesus walks within the sea but most people be scared to bleed Like [?] release some sacred need Pain and grief remain in reach Doubt you'll be restraining me Give you what you came to see No matter who you be's my G there'll never be a change in me [Verse 3: Slikk] Lately I've been trying [?] Track's backed up like [?] Got a couple chickas [?] Got em waiting [?] [?] [?] [?] [?] I've been f**ing b**hes each and every day I might as well, cause I [?] And I'm indifferent to these b**hes throwing shade And in they face [?] throwing money [?] [?] [?] [?] Now they plottin' on me, boppin' on me, [?] on me, I'm the one that got you homie Not the phony, out to Coney Island styling, wiling, kicking doors, and riling Not a problem, bought the coffin, beg your pardon, there's a party [?] Foreign [?], who*es and orgies, all of em gorgeous, Bentleys, Porsches [Verse 4: Rell] Shell toes and Timberlands [?] [?] Pulling out the region I'm an art angel not a demon See the narcs tweaking heavy fiending Ten hoes want a bottle, f** em on a balcony, [?] Pocket p**y [?] leaking [?] Yeah, [?] [?] Got a temper tantrum [?] You is not a shooter if you miss These n***as [?] [?] [?] [?] [?] state of mind [?] [?] [Verse 5: Denzel Curry] [?] I'ma have a ball with the [?] Kids next door [?] I keep that f** chick, [?] Six feet deep [?] [?] Cause you wanna know what's in sight, [?] [?], evil I do not change what I eat, [?] b**h, I'ma drop [?] Said that I'll ring the alarm, [?] Water elemental law, [?] [?] b**h, common sense, comments could miss Treason and treachery, laugh in a trench Trench, [?] Perpetrators rest and piss in a ditch Pit, falling forever whenever you f** with [?] They might [?], turn your face into a chocolate chip [?], and I'm out this b**h Ultra