Skyzoo - Hands Folded Together lyrics

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Skyzoo - Hands Folded Together lyrics

[Verse 1] Truly yours and not a string attached Ringer rap, a loop involved?, you bet I bring it back Singer rap is not at all what I be swinging at I know too many singers for me to tune up a note So for me to do what they know is for me to do what you don't My hands like I'm LeGrand, I'm D to shoot up the goat, ha Quote it, cause idol aiming is the height of training You cover that and that'll cover back from how they played it Made it, at the top where it's just us It was me and then I took on the lead and pulled us up I'm in the cut like additives, balance what your batter is I turn Steph Curry and dance on ;em like packages Whoa, wait, I'm just doing what I do best I'm from where you either move or don't move without a vest Whoa, wait, I'm just true to what I protect My hands folded together, the proof inside of the checks Know the motto right? [Hook] Hands folded together One size fit all These plans go to whatever Winner takes all And stand over whoever Free to ride along But it cost to wanna help us Know the motto right Hands folded together One size fit all These plans go to whatever Winner takes all And stand over whoever Free to ride along But it cost to wanna help us Know the motto right [Verse 2] Release what's in me, besides the Henny its ink outta '95 With day ones who at a blink is down kamikaz' Behind the ride but inspiring the drive Like the engine in the back so you're behind your attire Wait, engine in the back, luggage in the front So you're behind your attire like tucking a bu*ton up OK, comprehend it easy, tailor made Sell black and white over black and whites, they compositions need me I just take a couple stanzas, price tag the banter And spend it on Phillipe's like velvet chicken's the answer Art talk with zo catchers and scramblers Weigh out the pay out and may y'all see anthems Theme music for seeing to it and weaving through it The metronome is herringbone how we're influenced Step alone, my stepping stone is G rooted I never rome, I'm better home, keep it the truest Know the motto, right? [Hook] [Verse 3: Elzhi] You can't continue to miss me over and not reap the repercussions Me putting careers to sleep just only keeps the reaper dusting Himself off, for you cowards beneath a thousand d**hs I bet if I watch you kick it like a FIFA crowd You'll probably mix your reefer clouds with meth, cause its not sane To try to match up, with this octane, you're far from Oxford With your ox brain, when punchlines hit, as if I box train It's hard to keep me inside of a boxed chain Once the weak link within the lock's strain, ripping free and stretch From my slick talk, that at times is too slippery to catch I could've been a giant, walk through, crush the buildings Run you up outta town, set up and ask for high rent That's next level thuggin' I'm a poet and you ain't even know it Like champagne soon as they slip the drug in After they pour it, it's better to go with your gut feeling than be heroic