Master Chef
Writing checks something i'm getting use to
Put that gun down and get knocked out like ya pops do
Fools got some screws lose
To much of the screw got you blues clues
Didn't teach you bout the do's and don'ts
Or you ain't listen
Come on and watch poppa jack whip up this chicken
Bust down organic dope keep the lungs on a light jog
Pulled up on 4 to get the quick Lob
Going blackout wit this music 1 man band
Thoinks we torching here be more than a gram
Need me a shorty that got little Gina and Pam
Ain't cap over here this meat real no spam
Yo fav rapper out here slaving for Uncle Sam
We over here building and executing plans
The Marathon don't stop All money building grands
Sending balls to the stands
She like when i do the dance
Master chef
Cooking wit the left
Yeah master
Aye
Aye
Yeah The boy lucky left
In the zone had to go back to my sniper
This game ain't free so let's get to swiping
Fuck wife'n if she ain't tryna get ya bands up
Don't need a fan club just make sure when you see me show love
Sky's the limit the Notorious told you that
So why the fuck you just looking from yo back
Off ya ass get the cash
If you nice at it spaz
Going Taz smoking on that lemony fresh
Put that gun down and get knocked out like ya pops do
Fools got some screws lose
To much of the screw got you blues clues
Didn't teach you bout the do's and don'ts
Or you ain't listen
Come on and watch poppa jack whip up this chicken
Bust down organic dope keep the lungs on a light jog
Pulled up on 4 to get the quick Lob
Going blackout wit this music 1 man band
Thoinks we torching here be more than a gram
Need me a shorty that got little Gina and Pam
Ain't cap over here this meat real no spam
Yo fav rapper out here slaving for Uncle Sam
We over here building and executing plans
The Marathon don't stop All money building grands
Sending balls to the stands
She like when i do the dance
Master chef
Cooking wit the left
Yeah master
Aye
Aye
Yeah The boy lucky left
In the zone had to go back to my sniper
This game ain't free so let's get to swiping
Fuck wife'n if she ain't tryna get ya bands up
Don't need a fan club just make sure when you see me show love
Sky's the limit the Notorious told you that
So why the fuck you just looking from yo back
Off ya ass get the cash
If you nice at it spaz
Going Taz smoking on that lemony fresh
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Writer(s): Keante Hopkins
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