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al.divino & estee nack - supreme wisdom lyrics

[intro: king asiatic allah & al.divino]
y’all, people with culture
i’ma tell ya that, y’all are people with knowledge (peace, god, doot+doot+doot+doot+doot+doot+doot+doot+doot+doot+doot+doot+doot+doot+doot+doot+doot+doot+doot+doot+doot+doot+doot+doot+doot)
and that means culture
you got the power to build up, tryna ever—, we are the youth (peace, god)
peace allah
we react, we wildin’ typical, we built equal with our power (yuh)
we got godspeed and we got god in our mind (yeah, know the f+ckin’ vibes)
we are built with god and knowledge (yo, ayo+yo+yo)
ayo

[verse 1: al.divino]
money double, hustle quality (yeah!)
splash on the 700 bubble like hajji (swoop)
wildin’ in the five star hotel lobby (wildin’!)
let off the gun first (bing+bing+bing!)
undercovers wonder how much we done dirt (huh?)
like i just run ’em up, before i was up i got it out the mud first (out the mud!)
serve drugs, let some bloods burn, woah (hah!)
now it’s persian rugs in the cribbo, kicko (swoop)
give a sh+t, b+tch [?] had fentanyl in it (ooh)
niffle b+tches in the tinted benz fishbowl (ay!)
bread triple
send a signal, you get left dead in the middle with little haiti (doot+doot+doot+doot+doot+doot+doot+doot+doot)
though i been on fire like haiti’s lady baby, 380, bought her a presi’ (bow+bow, bow+bow+bow)
nothin’ other than myself can save me, yo (f+ck that, we gettin’ frito, you heard?)
more green than a docotor sebi, dyin’ daily, vision 1080p, baby gettin’ friends (ya)
dynamite drone drop (swoop)
over the stovetop acetone coca cola boulders, tote a stolen glock (blow+blow+blow, blow+blow+blow)
hold on, stop, son (keep goin’)
sure those, take you out
[interlude: thehiddencharacter]
f+ck they sayin’?
grrt (bow)
g body sh+t

[verse 2: thehiddencharacter & estee nack]
glock or a razor, b+tch, i move with the shakers (ah!)
knock block for the papers (boom), high shots for the fakers (rrat)
beat the pot and when i’m rakin’ (ah), sh+ts mine, for the taken (yeah)
no discussion, no debatin’ (no)
i’m a k!ller in the streets (boom), i’m a k!ller on the beats (aha)
dissin’ on the g and when we gon’ rock that boy to sleep (see ya later)
you n+ggas envy me ’cause they hoes is in my sheets (ah)
talkin’ up the beef and we gon’ tuck you in the streets (ahahahaha)
coke on the scale, i hit it with the fishskin (uh)
razor touch your neck, i leave you smilin’ with a nice grin (hahahahaha)
.40 with the beam (boom), turn these cowards into deer skin
to h+ll with all these fake friends (ah), a n+gga tryna meet ends (give me that)
sit back and hit skins, rolled up in a sl!ck benz (yuh)
cowards wearin’ wires need to keep their f+ckin’ distance (you in, boy)
hand on the draco have ya clapped in a instead (bow+bow)
remy, yeah, i’m sippin’ that (uh)
thirty for the semi+mac
rivals act like dogs, bet we turn ’em into kitty cats (ah+hahaha)
line at they head like a motherf+ckin’ fitted cap (yeah)
nothin’ left but blood in the tux, boy, you’re fittin’ that (fit that, boy)
pot on the stove, let it burn, yeah, i’m whippin’ that (yeah, aha)
bottle the dutch for the smoke, where the pigeons at?
my youngans [?] where your childern at (yo)
[interlude 2: estee nack]
sh+t, ayo, son, oye

[verse 3: estee nack]
we only smoke doofy (go!)
ya mad at me ’cause you n+ggas is broke and goofy (you wrong!)
[?] in the two seater gettin’ throat from a diva (woah!)
[?] sneaker (aha)
ferragamo logo for the fatigue, i’m eager to profit (ad+lib, money!)
cautiousness, continental breakfast (eatin’!)
american past time other than playin’ baseball (bow)
dior, [?] shift the coca
federallies ran up in my apartment and stripped the sofa (chill!)
sniff the sosa
moët, mimosa, cobra cop, culture castin’ troy
i’m the ghost, the toast hidin’ with a 9 in holster (cl!ck!)
poster boy, boastin’ big, ocean by crib (way!)
son, i’m always down to handle some side biz (ya!)
all wise the way that i live, survival
righteous, havin’ snipers
take your head if you wanna like us (greenlight me!)
from middleton to rikers
peace to n+ggas hurtin’ and bleedin’ (aha!)
son, i’m workin’ for a reason (i’m doin’ this sh+t for the hood, my n+gga!)
any season, n+gga
take your head for treason
[outro: estee nack]
oh!
super cottora [?]
chang+chang+chang, oh+la+lo+li+dil+dadi [?]
oh, yeah, my n+gga (oh!)
slice of that pie (bojo!)
cha!

[interlude: king asiatic allah]
all wise people critique civilisation
all the human feminists which is our generation upon this planet earth
from cease to come, from cease to go
if they go to that
we the five percenters here to give out life
to the world of people who want to live
and people who want to die, let them die

- al divino estee nack lyrics

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