Cookin’ With Lil B - Selector Freestyle lyrics

I'm cooking with Pitchfork
Feeling like I'm God in the sky, oh my lord
Lil B, I ain't freestyled up in a while but I still smile
Still feel like the golden child
Hours and hours, I sit back, feeling like I'm powder
Co-caine, brain, same thing, the same blang, my earrings blang, f*ck the blang
It's all game in the mind, I'm tryna spread this positive energy and cook up in the kitchen
Why, people is- enemies and hating on me, somebody threw a bottle at my face at my show and they paid and it was sold out for what?
I'm like what the f*ck?
Tryna- touch my face man, what the f*ck?
But you know we keep it up, we blowing up, smoking up, rolling up like Wiz Khalifa
Shouts out to the tailors man, you know I see ya
Lil B for Lil Boss man, I'm in the bleachers, sitting back, speeches, I'm speechless, Pitchfork.tv man, I see ya
Know it's all good man, a week ago, a month ago, sitting back a week ago, up in my house thinking up in the studio, like I'm changing this world but nobody, I'm not a groupie, no
I'm just doing what I do and I live how I live and seek what I see
Man, the young philosopher, young gots to get, I gots to live, I gots to find the, thing up in my soul, to grinding, I gotta get based, I'm finna hit this level
For real, I been writing a lot but this is the real spot coming from the top
This is coming from, another spot up in my soul that I ain't seen up in a while and I'm feeling like a pot of gold
Sometimes I feel old like I'm 63 but I'm 21, I see myself on TV
Thinking about the hard times when no one seen me
And I been working hard for the freebies
And now I'm feeling great and now I'm feeling blessed that I got a audience that respects
I promise this all about the respect
f*ck the checks, I do it for the hip-hop, the music, the people, I do it for the love, the people, the hugs, the people, the love, the people, the food, the b*tches, the what?
And I don't care about selling records, it's all about who respects it
Lil B