Skyzoo, eLZhi - Hands Folded Together lyrics

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?

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

Release what's in me
Besides the Henny it's 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 button 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?

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 deaths
I bet if I watch you kick
It like a FIFA crowd
You'll probably mix your reefer
Clouds with meth, cause it's 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