Cardinal Songtext
von Quadry

Twiddle my thumbs, I′m ign'ant
Shoulda left me where you found me, huh
Profit off my pigment, fifty-fifty, split it (Okay)
I just bought my knickers to make sure you was on up and up
Might run four-three, what the fuck?
I feel you lookin′ down on us

All that shit you talk, you let my name slip out your mouth
I let it slide 'cause I want shine and move up out my mama house
I told myself just one more time, I'll punch him in his fuckin′ jaw
There go my ride, I′ll pay that fine, I'll
Get there slow, I′d rather walk (What up?)
But it wasn't all bad, Kendrick said I got it
Frank killed me with butterflies before a show, so what you call that?
Legend in the making, get back to my basics
Me and Joe go back and forth, we whip our foreigns around Baker (Word)

Baby, shake the world up, started with our hood first
George and Leonard made me, you take credit for my growth spurt

I know you might hate it, thought you saved me, I was here first
Can′t discover natives, now let's get it shakin′


Trunk space filled up, big rims rollin'
Cold drank, big cup, baby, what you holdin'?
Shell closed, Buffalo, damn, what′s open?
My mind′s somewhere, my soul open
Trunk space filled up, big rims rollin'
Cold drank, big cup, baby, what you holdin′?
Shell closed, Buffalo, damn, what's open?
My mind′s somewhere, my soul open

I used to feel like it wasn't no space at the table for me

′Til one day I was able to eat off they plate and it tasted like me

No, I ain't signed to a label, but they
Know if I drop a tape, it's a major release
You makin′ me sneeze, allergic to herbs
Except for what burn in this paper, my G

Take my tiempo, I′m findin' my tempo
I grind like a pestle inside of a mortar, uh
No more bravado, we bored of hearin′
'Bout how niggas shine like menorahs
Or really kinaras, reminded of how much
My mama had made us all celebrate Kwanzaa
But that didn′t stick 'cause in the nana-nana-
Two-thou′, I was juvenile more than conscious, uh

Cash money on my mind, bitch, outcast goin' rym-biss
Whole squad rockin' fake yellow-gold-Rolls, niggas look jaundiced

Peace sign on the MySpace, told her sound off in the comments


I ain′t kept a damn thing I had back then except my promise
And my palms itchin′, got the monkeypox
Stack of hundreds made the rubber pop

Bust a bust, it's time to cut the locks
This light of mine nine-hundred watts
This idle mind write a bunch of plots
But the big dipper stirrin′ up the pot
Now I'm cheffin′ out here, servin' everybody
You don′t get it? Probably take it from the top

Trunk space filled up, big rims rollin'
Cold drank, big cup, baby, what you holdin'?
Shell closed, Buffalo, damn, what′s open?
My mind′s somewhere, my soul open
Trunk space filled up, big rims rollin'
Cold drank, big cup, baby, what you holdin′?
Shell closed, Buffalo, damn, what's open?
My mind′s somewhere, my soul open