Ultra Lyrics - Denzel Curry

[Verse 1: Yung Kane] 

Money and power 

Rolling and blowing the sour 

I could see you as a coward 

You get devoured 

This is a lyrical shower 

Watch me release all this power 

Just counting the hour to come 

Where the real will be praised 

And the child will be able to raise 

No fail, this story of polices inflicting they rage 

Trying to put us in a grave 

Back up nigga make space 

Let the tech burn 

Couldn't even save face 

ULT coming fucking up the place 

TRNE we the new generation 

Patience the key but a nigga won't shake 

So it come down to it then I'm coming at your neck 

Keep a grip on respect 

Everybody show love 

All I know is trill niggas, you don't really want [?] 

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[Verse 2: Nell] 

Back up now it's time to wreck 

This tec get right in his chest 

Town hall got me all upset 

[?] 

These niggas don't pose a threat 

Put them in that cobra stretch 

I be got them close to death 

From fucking with the ultimate 

I guess this how we supposed to get 

I'm about to expose some shit 

These boys don't be real so now I watch who I be smoking with 

It's best you watch your mouth and pay attention to how close you get 

Is they really feeling me? 

If they is it's silly me 

Jesus walks within the sea but most people be scared to bleed 

Like [?] release some sacred need 

Pain and grief remain in reach 

Doubt you'll be restraining me 

Give you what you came to see 

No matter who you be's my G there'll never be a change in me 

[Verse 3: Slikk] 

Lately I've been trying [?] 

Track's backed up like [?] 

Got a couple chickas [?] 

Got em waiting [?] 

[?] 

[?] 

[?] 

[?] 

I've been fucking bitches each and every day 

I might as well, cause I [?] 

And I'm indifferent to these bitches throwing shade 

And in they face [?] throwing money 

[?] 

[?] 

[?] 

[?] 

Now they plottin' on me, boppin' on me, [?] on me, I'm the one that got you homie 

Not the phony, out to Coney Island styling, wiling, kicking doors, and riling 

Not a problem, bought the coffin, beg your pardon, there's a party [?] 

Foreign [?], whores and orgies, all of em gorgeous, Bentleys, Porsches 

[Verse 4: Rell] 

Shell toes and Timberlands [?] 

[?] 

Pulling out the region 

I'm an art angel not a demon 

See the narcs tweaking heavy fiending 

Ten hoes want a bottle, fuck em on a balcony, [?] 

Pocket pussy [?] leaking 

[?] 

Yeah, [?] 

[?] 

Got a temper tantrum [?] 

You is not a shooter if you miss 

These niggas [?] 

[?] 

[?] 

[?] 

[?] state of mind 

[?] 

[?] 

[Verse 5: Denzel Curry] 

[?] 

I'ma have a ball with the [?] 

Kids next door [?] 

I keep that fuck chick, [?] 

Six feet deep [?] 

[?] 

Cause you wanna know what's in sight, [?] 

[?], evil 

I do not change what I eat, [?] 

Bitch, I'ma drop a napalm, bomb 

Said that I'll ring the alarm, [?] 

Water elemental law, [?] 

[?] 

Bitch, common sense, comments could miss 

Treason and treachery, laugh in a trench 

Trench, [?] 

Perpetrators rest and piss in a ditch 

Pit, falling forever whenever you fuck with [?] 

They might [?], turn your face into a chocolate chip 

[?], and I'm out this bitch 

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