You know Im sinister, I been sick like the coroner it's me and scooter, two deep up in the forester.
I ain't like you other fame pursuers you been stuck y'all just been making the same maneuvers.
Y'all gotta find your synergy, the truth is bitter Sweet, this world's cold so you gotta find your inner peace.
I found mine so you don't ever have to pity me I been to hell and back and I ain't never needed sympathy.
I left town now everybody throwing plenty shade, cause I'm cruising through New England with the Texas plates.
People salty so I take them by the grain, dosing kratom to the brain from the cradle to the grave.
The kidd up on the mic so it's bout to be a slaughter, the bars burn hot like Roberto's fire water
People counting me out, cause I got a lack of melanin I'm starting at the bottom like some mother f*cking sediment.
I'm full of adrenaline, I'm out to get the Benjamin's, living in the lab just like a mother f*cking specimen.
Elegant, eating rappers like some venison I dun, been aware that my intelligence is heaven sent.
The kidd sick but my lyrics got the medicine, I'm in the cut and I be posted with my Mexicans.
Out of my element but destined for greatness cause I'm intelligent, I'm serving rappers like a waitress.
Used to be a savage flipping packs like acrobatics. Scamming all the addicts who couldn't do mathematics.
Now I'm slicing all these samples with katanas playing riffs like I'm Santana grow my beard like I'm Osama.
I probably got them cheap, but I got Nikes on my feet and I got mileage in the sneakers stopping beats up into seizures.
Spitting mad flows on repeat, until my jaws week with metal fingers on the speakers.
This shit ain't no joke man I'm sick of being broke finna fix it cooking beats until they dope,
Like I cooked them on the stove I keep a cigarillo rolled and this cup cold, til he's 100 years old, and gone bald.
Bounty hunting all these rappers like Greedo, I beat the beat up like it was produced by Tarantino.
Gangsta like a roll by Al Pachino, gone off a couple cups of vino.
AJ the Kidd - Synergy (feat. Itsfernyo) Lyrics
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You know Im sinister, I been sick like the coroner it's me and scooter, two deep up in the forester.
I ain't like you other fame pursuers you been stuck y'all just been making the same maneuvers.
Y'all gotta find your synergy, the truth is bitter Sweet, this world's cold so you gotta find your inner peace.
I found mine so you don't ever have to pity me I been to hell and back and I ain't never needed sympathy.
I left town now everybody throwing plenty shade, cause I'm cruising through New England with the Texas plates.
People salty so I take them by the grain, dosing kratom to the brain from the cradle to the grave.
The kidd up on the mic so it's bout to be a slaughter, the bars burn hot like Roberto's fire water
People counting me out, cause I got a lack of melanin I'm starting at the bottom like some mother f*cking sediment.
I'm full of adrenaline, I'm out to get the Benjamin's, living in the lab just like a mother f*cking specimen.
Elegant, eating rappers like some venison I dun, been aware that my intelligence is heaven sent.
The kidd sick but my lyrics got the medicine, I'm in the cut and I be posted with my Mexicans.
Out of my element but destined for greatness cause I'm intelligent, I'm serving rappers like a waitress.
Used to be a savage flipping packs like acrobatics. Scamming all the addicts who couldn't do mathematics.
Now I'm slicing all these samples with katanas playing riffs like I'm Santana grow my beard like I'm Osama.
I probably got them cheap, but I got Nikes on my feet and I got mileage in the sneakers stopping beats up into seizures.
Spitting mad flows on repeat, until my jaws week with metal fingers on the speakers.
This shit ain't no joke man I'm sick of being broke finna fix it cooking beats until they dope,
Like I cooked them on the stove I keep a cigarillo rolled and this cup cold, til he's 100 years old, and gone bald.
Bounty hunting all these rappers like Greedo, I beat the beat up like it was produced by Tarantino.
Gangsta like a roll by Al Pachino, gone off a couple cups of vino.
I ain't like you other fame pursuers you been stuck y'all just been making the same maneuvers.
Y'all gotta find your synergy, the truth is bitter Sweet, this world's cold so you gotta find your inner peace.
I found mine so you don't ever have to pity me I been to hell and back and I ain't never needed sympathy.
I left town now everybody throwing plenty shade, cause I'm cruising through New England with the Texas plates.
People salty so I take them by the grain, dosing kratom to the brain from the cradle to the grave.
The kidd up on the mic so it's bout to be a slaughter, the bars burn hot like Roberto's fire water
People counting me out, cause I got a lack of melanin I'm starting at the bottom like some mother f*cking sediment.
I'm full of adrenaline, I'm out to get the Benjamin's, living in the lab just like a mother f*cking specimen.
Elegant, eating rappers like some venison I dun, been aware that my intelligence is heaven sent.
The kidd sick but my lyrics got the medicine, I'm in the cut and I be posted with my Mexicans.
Out of my element but destined for greatness cause I'm intelligent, I'm serving rappers like a waitress.
Used to be a savage flipping packs like acrobatics. Scamming all the addicts who couldn't do mathematics.
Now I'm slicing all these samples with katanas playing riffs like I'm Santana grow my beard like I'm Osama.
I probably got them cheap, but I got Nikes on my feet and I got mileage in the sneakers stopping beats up into seizures.
Spitting mad flows on repeat, until my jaws week with metal fingers on the speakers.
This shit ain't no joke man I'm sick of being broke finna fix it cooking beats until they dope,
Like I cooked them on the stove I keep a cigarillo rolled and this cup cold, til he's 100 years old, and gone bald.
Bounty hunting all these rappers like Greedo, I beat the beat up like it was produced by Tarantino.
Gangsta like a roll by Al Pachino, gone off a couple cups of vino.
Writer: AJ the Kidd, Allen Jones
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid