Chef

To the left, to the left
Everything he own in a box to the left
You deserve to live shop till your death
Pools to the crib, talking yachts with a chef
I'm there, yea I thought you knew it
Hate talking this game, but somebody gotta do it
She just Body-ody-ody, her body it ought a do it
Putting up a wall while knowing he'll put you through it
Its a shame, they be running game
I be running bases, what we running ain't the same
I ran down them halls, trying to run into the fame
You running down them walls, just to run into a lame
Its a difference, girl we talking mission
I can get you all up outta there and give you what you missing
Or you can talk and I could listen
Whenever you want outta prison

Maybe we can be the best
Play your cards right and get a king in your deck
Cook it right in front of you, girl I can be a chef
Say that ya'll official but I think you need a ref
If it ain't right, to the left, to the left
If it ain't right, tell that nigga to the left
To the left, to the left
If it ain't right, tell that nigga to the left

Look we all know that he soft
That's why you feel all alone inside that loaf
I ain't trying to rag just cut from a different cloth
Every time I turn you on, you trying to turn him off
And it's, its obvious that you care
I can hear it in everything that you share
You just lost in it and trying not to compare
I can see it in everything that you wear
I want to give you what you missing
Tired of talking cause you don't know how to listen
And trying not to go to war is a mission
I swear I be leaving until we kissing
And I ain't even mention
The mile of crazy that's coming with every inch in
How you even make the cut though this tension
Pay for everything and you can't even pay attention
What I'm trying to achieve
Even if we kill it, we know that we gotta grieve
Pushing me to stay, I'm pushing you to leave
Knowing if you do, I'm probably going want to leave
So it, it really ain't fair
How every time you need me I ain't there
Never wanted you to believe that I ain't care
Selfish with my shit, things that I ain't share

Maybe we can be the best
Play your cards right and get a king in your deck
Cook it right in front of you, girl I can be a chef
Say that ya'll official but I think you need a ref
If it ain't right, to the left, to the left
If it ain't right, tell that nigga to the left
To the left, to the left
If it ain't right, tell that nigga to the left

If I get into my ride, I'm a find my way over to your side
And I'm a lose my pride
And I'm a make all kind of mistakes tonight
Yea, said I'm a make all kind of mistakes tonight
And I'm off that
Unless you call back