Mami Store lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
[?] got Scooby here
Casey on the cook up
Yeah
[?]
Yeah

[Verse 1]
I been out on a mission lately, yeah
Ain't got time for no women lately, this getting crazy
Every time I need motivation I switch locations
They done this young bull out the f*cking basement, yeah
I'm up to bat and we got loaded bases, yeah
Watch where you at 'cause we control these acres
I took a chance with my advance, I sold my soul to Satan
If you get [?] just know your role, my n*gga just don't say sh*t
I lost my heart vacant, happy in dark places
They ask why I walk crazy
Probably 'cause I got the stick on me, n*gga
Nеver switch on me, n*gga
Living legend in my section, call me big homie n*gga
My dog took his life and I'm f*cked up
Yeah, I'm sick and tired of my loved ones
Some n*ggas tote guns but don't bust guns
I swear I seen a lot where I come from
Some n*ggas won't survive where I come from
[Chorus]
The fish don't fry in the kitchen
Hold on, what you mean?
I was tryna cook up on a million
If we run out of supplies, send the women
I was really focused on the business
The fish don't fry in the kitchen
Hold on, what you mean?
I was tryna cook up on a million
If we run out of supplies, send the b*tches

[Verse 2]
While you was working on your jumper we was trying to make it jump out the frame
Sixteen head first how I jumped in the game
If I get locked up, wonder if momma gon' love me the same
I hit the block with all my chains, only the money done changed
Pardon my slang when I say woah
I slap the f*ck out a n*gga if they play with me
Then murder any body from A to Z on my way to eat
Any n*gga cross me [?] they gotta pay the fee
I was in the hood with the killers, n*gga my pedigree different
Dead or be different
I'm scared of myself, I ain't scared of these n*ggas
Ahead of these n*ggas by lightyears
A room full of Urkels, I don't really feel right here
But I know I'm gon' be okay, at least before I D.O.A
I'm just tryna make a way
Hold up, let me catch this plate
Praying for a better day, but f*ck it, I made one
Your b*tch say I'm the bomb, sh*t well here the grenade come
Ya heard me
[Chorus]
The fish don't fry in the kitchen
Hold on, what you mean?
I was tryna cook up on a million
If we run out of supplies, send the women
I was really focused on the business
The fish don't fry in the kitchen
Hold on, what you mean?
I was tryna cook up on a million
If we run out of supplies, send the b*tches