Lyrics of 'Sanjuro (feat. 454)' by Denzel Curry

You number one, now it's time to start sneakin' up (Oh)
This for my niggas that say I ain't deep enough (Oh)
Me, I been talkin' for those that don't speak enough (Oh)
Bitch, I'm a king, RIP to King Geedorah
Let's go

You number one, now it's time to start sneakin' up
This for my niggas that say I ain't deep enough
Me, I been talkin' for those that don't speak enough
Bitch, I'm a king, RIP to King Geedorah (Oh)
Give out dilemmas, we takin' out problems (Oh)
Hole in his head, keep on spreadin' like pollen (Oh)
I rose above it like flowers that blossomed (Oh)
Air Force energy black, it's T'Challa (Doo-doo-doo, doo)
Why niggas talkin' that cash shit
Knowin' damn well niggas don't have shit? (Doo-doo-doo, doo)
That's why a nigga don't flash shit
'Cause niggas pullin' up with mad sticks
I'm the nigga walkin' through the mist (Through the mist)
Still reportin' live from the depths of the abyss (From the ground)
I'm too dedicated like I went in '06 (Uh-huh)
But the only thing missing is the motherfuckin' wigs, uh (Okay)

Sunshine state with a great lil' life
For the ones that can't everyday, quick pace (Quick pace)
In your face, broad day, jumpin' on the interstate
Too fast, might get caught up in a race (Caught up in a race)
Yeah, you know how it go in the states for a crate
Want a quarter-million dollars for a space (Dollars for a space)
Just made it out the mud to a way
In New York for the green with no place, I got K (Place, I got K)

Now the game is colder than the Arctic
Sittin' in the darkness, feelin' like a starless night
So I gotta be the light, regardless
Even though I'm tryna make a livin' as a artist
Anyway, I gotta be on point just like a marksman
Hard to be a rapper when they makin' you the target
Niggas in the field and they be drillin' like a sergeant
Some take souls, some sell it like a auction
A whole lotta niggas gettin' locked up (Locked)
If they don't, then them niggas get shot up (Pew-pew)
Just heard that they found a nigga last week (What?)
In his hood with his whole body chopped up (Oh)
Got me feelin' like, "Damn, that's fucked up" (Yeah)
Gotta keep my face clean and a gun tucked
In the bathroom smokin' on the mush-mush
Pray to God that any nigga don't rush us, damn

Sunshine state with a great lil' life
For the ones that can't everyday, quick pace (Quick pace)
In your face, broad day, jumpin' on the interstate
Too fast, might get caught up in the race (Caught up in the race)
Yeah, you know how it go in the states for a crate
Want a quarter-million dollars for a space (Dollars for a space)
Just made it out the mud to a way
In New York for the green with no place, I got K (Place, I got K)