Sub & Siah

[Intro: Substance810]
Whoo
Whoa
SB11, what up?
Siah, what up?
Yeah, uh huh
Easy
It’s Sub, nigga
Umbrella
Let’s go

[Verse 1: Substance810 & Josiah The Gift]
Yo, this shit nasty get a whiff of this
Uh, Siah and 810, we in this bitch
Yeah, we floating from New Jers to Michigan
These niggas sick cuz we got em dealing with this again

[Verse 2: Substance810]
Ayo, raw with the synonyms
I’m not perfect I’m a sinner
Still a synergist
This only the beginning

[Verse 3: Josiah The Gift]
The garments looking provocative
Suede linen pitching
Knock this shit right out of the park
I played innings

[Verse 4: Substance810]
Y’all left me no choice I’m running out of all options
New year, new me, but no balls dropping
Oh, you boys turned to men, guess your balls dropping
Me and Siah about to catch a homi’, call Cochran
I was in my feelings like Carl Thomas
Then I slid in Nеgril and drilled a brown goddess
Profound rhyming from Michigan to Carolina’s
Preparеd to shine
It’s our time, like messiah’s
Fire

[Verse 5: Josiah The Gift]
You fucking with this?
A damn liar
I don’t see it getting tougher than this
A bunch of Umbrella niggas that’s known to tuck it and flip
Balance it off the beam, the digital scale’s higher
Lyrical killers giving you mad prior’s
Paint and sell you niggas their image like Craig Dyer
The feds hire all these informants in rap
So I stay out of contact
No contract
My signature’s inking a vinyl record
You playing wild (keep going)
Yes ma’am
I’m gonna tell
Remember his stomach inhale
Under poverty’s spell
No luck, shit is worse than a lottery fail (shit crazy)
I’m the one, most of my niggas probably failed
For the ones successful we gon celebrate with the failures
And hope the party atmosphere
Won't lead to a lot of these trails
Cuz if it do, it’s gon open up all these coffins
Investigate til they shut the lid and start dropping the nail

[Verse 6: Substance810]
You ain’t shining, niggas shopping at Zales
Cheat code
Umbrella not gonna fail, this beast mode
I hit the bar like I’m locked in a cell
With the weights a nigga cocky as hell
Can’t stop me you frail
This shit easy as a free throw
You can probably tell this artistry
Like Carti’s with the matching Mauri’s
Chicken cacciatore when I bag your shorty
No matrimony
Just got her on the mattress moaning
Niggas tripping, it’s Sub & Siah
Nothing higher they pyros they want the fire
You’re all welcome to come and try us
When that tidal wave rise niggas run and hide
My records sealed, you can’t see my priors
Hopping on the bandwagon cuz you wanna ride
Y’all can’t get shots till we cease fire
The beat is just music till we make it come alive