Josh Atticus - Cult lyrics

(Verse 1: Alex Redd) I'm loading the clip like I'm going full metal Exchanging this flint like I poisoned the ghetto This radio sh** Can't bring myself to settle This family sh** is Dominic Toretto Stacking my shekels I'm rolling up everything into this 'rillo, tryna get mellow They all know that we gone blow like the Mako They all know we highly noted like capo You n***as gelato (aye) Your verses are awful My mixes mulatto From shottas to models, you prodigal n***as might just learn Some sh** from my nautical mixes You might get a honorable mention (hey) Island is gone Stuck with a cone There go the bong That sh** is stinky If you Corleone Then I'm Mussolini But that's if we talking villains Apologies I might just have some victims I k** your whole crew when I start a sentence and I'm doing you first I guess you the Krillin (Huh) I'm just a pilgrim, I am not here for your million So put your purse down, or I might just give in And take all your sh** just to prove your suspicions (Verse 2: Josh Atticus) (Yeah) What y'all selling we ain't buying What you doing we ain't trying Yeah, yeah, yeah, yo yo yo yo Yeah, yo yo yo yo (Uh) Dark skin beauty on the side of my hip Yeah, yo yo yo yo Smearing off Smirnoff the side of my lip Yeah, yo yo yo yo Doobie on the other side Hesitant dapping guys Like I can't see them eyes plotting on the movement Instead of building with the kid They wanna see me ruined The scholarship offered it Try my best to school them See that they lost Tried to make them my students Rather be truant, rather be foolish Y'all Beez in the trap cause it's cheese in the trap But the cheese in the trap ain't worth you getting snapped Number 1 contender is me Josh the bread winner you see Ill as scurvy in my genes I'm that kid from the N double A-U-G Yes I said kid but don't play with me I'm above y'all lames and it's plain to see Getting bread for the birds I guess that's why I'm flying I'm bored of y'all flows I guess that's why I'm sighing Young Metro whom all of these n***as relying Tried to label whose worst, I'm so done deciding Since 20 13 rap ain't been too exciting Y'all less than the best is what I am implying Art form I care for, I feel slowly dying The cult has submerged and we bout to revive it Y'all silent Yeah, What y'all selling we ain't buying What y'all doing we ain't trying We take the lone road Our souls not easily sold Yeah (Verse 3: NicKnight) Y'all don't know night like I do Y'all don't know nights on the mic and the Mac When we rewrite all the raps and we critique and practice We don't even sleep no need for the mattress Patients and tactics Caffeine till crashing No weed for me it impedes the pa**ion I work through the days just to support my habit I mix like a slave so it sounds like the master My mommy a soldier she made me a savage Something like Rambo with ammo and camo In case they some k**ers, I'm hero to villains I rep for my village, the chosen descendent I choose my religion but music the mistress I married the mission Eloped with my vision I drown in decisions and choke on division Went broke on equipment We spent all the savings Some say its stupid I say that they faithless I know that they choosing I'm aiming for favorite I'm back in the booth then I call and collect when you speaking The truth that's the cause and effect The cults in the room so we call for respect I pray they feel knight so we start making checks Yeah What you selling We ain't buying it What you doing We ain't trying it (4x)