[Intro: Beez]
Cooking, cooking, cooking
Cooking cooking cooking
[Verse: Beez]
Keep it simple, wearing confidential
With this rap sh*t I’m going monumental
I never lack, but I forever stack
And I need all the cheese even the cheddar, jack
Look I don’t want your b*tch, so n*gga please relax
I got b*tches plenty
Mighty gifted every time I slay
But I am not okay with sliding down a chimney
My flow explosive my pockets swollen
If you call me lame the sh*t would not offend me
I’m worth a lot of Benji's
Back to b*tches, I got only baddies
If I see a baddie and she looking at me
Then I’m sorry baby but you gotta give me
Acrobatic I be flipping out
Trynna move my mamma to a bigger house
Somewhere by a beach where it’s hard to reach
I'm from project fences, I’m from where you can't walk up
In the living room, So use the side-door entrance
n*ggas stealing gifts a bunch of project Grinches
I go too too stupid, I go cuckoo crazy
All this weed I'm smoking
Got me in my room getting too too lazy
Y'all haters can never phase me
I just f*cked a b*tch then ducked a b*tch
But y'all n*ggas cape and doing hella saving
Got so many damn sixteens
That I don’t call it rapping I’m eleventh-grading
I’m a different breed, in a different league at a different speed
I got hella chains, I got hella rings
And they hella gold just like Mr. T’s look
You should know I’m never letting up
If you ain't talking money ain’t getting up
I’mma talk my sh*t and I ain’t shutting up
And I’m keep eating like I wasn’t fed enough
Old hoes mad I ain’t sweating them
The new hoes hope they on my schedule
Unacceptable, stacking revenue
Tryna see at least six numbers before I see the decimal
Hella witty, and I’m from the city
Where they’ll turn a n*gga to a f*cking vegetable
Oh my god I feel like a god and when it comes to god
You know not to question him
Pull up flexing in the intersection
Welcome to a dream sh*t like inception
Only marijuana is what I’m injecting
Nothing less greatness is what I’m predicting
And what I’m insisting is that I’m so persistent
So to be the sh*t is what I’m expecting
Mad respected with a pen and pad
Such a mother f*cker I should be a dad
I ain’t trynna brag but I’m hella credible
Weed got me stuck but even in a dash yeah the kid incredible
See I been eating now I’m getting higher
My whole life’s an edible
Yeah I’m balling hard I expect a foul if we being technical
This the same show y'all been getting just a different episode
I’m with the same cast
I ain't trynna drive it if it ain't fast
I ain't trynna f*ck it if she ain't bad
I ain't trynna smoke it if it ain't gas
I ain't trynna cop it if it ain't swag
I ain’t trynna hear about the conversation if it ain't cash
Can I get a motherf*cking amen?
[Verse 2]
Alright let me switch it up, let me flip it up
Need to see a doctor cause I’m sick as f*ck
Sticking to my goals like I hit a puck
Lit like Bic spit type sh*t
Got this girl thinking that I’m a cop
She said “the f*ck you doing with a night stick?”
Nah baby girl this I nice –never mind
Looking for revenge all summer ‘16
Like a n*gga from the hexagon
You gonna fall in love with the lexicon
All about my money so don’t mess with my
Speeding ticket mixed with lack of insurance
To these hoes I’m extra fine
I swear all I f*cking know is extra grind
Headed to the top, I’m never worried
Ready for the journey student to the game
And I’m forever learning, but I gotta extra climb
I be bugging, better grab the pesticide
All you rap n*ggas better step aside
Shorty that I’m f*cking is a extra dime
Extra, extra, read all about it
Every time I kill an instrumental they be so astounded
The only time I got my head up in the clouds
Is when I’m smoking, n*gga
Otherwise the boys hella grounded, hella nice with it
When it comes to beef I treat that sh*t
Like I’m hella light skinned
Its the bottom of the f*cking ninth inning
See success and I be thinking like Jennings (must be nice)
And its so big, can’t name a b*tch that don’t dig
Can't believe a n*gga really wrote this
I’m just kicking back and thinking oh sh*t
Flow wetter than an ocean
Wait until I get some money
I’m the type of n*gga that would f*ck around
And buy a ghost and see a ghost rig
Man it’s 219 till I’m underground
f*ck around and get smoked b*tch
[Outro]
I just got straight revenge on these f*ck n*ggas man