The Chef

Yo this is actually
Countin stacks do it gradually
Fully charged battery
Like a marty movie a masterpiece
Vocabulary anatomy rhymes longer than salaries
Yeah I'm keepin a tally, a summer home in italy (woooo)

I'm smokin za down Napoli while I'm cruisin through galleries
Got collector mentality, holy man typa gravity
Smozzin devils depravity, compliments to the chef (uh huh)
Buddah got me cookin stuff that I don't wanna forget
Arnold classic how I'm gonna be usin this beat to flex
Yeah the flow be droppin bombs it's like I'm spittin on Flex
Scorin the most, the best, a fantasy typa flex
Like a hail mary tossed to Megatron, yo i'm blessed (waddup CJ)
Chasin the paper, put some respect on this mane (thass right)
I ain't even tryin you be catchin me is me when I'm tame
Yo tay, I see you makin a name (keep goin)
Initial effort on par with the likes of Citizen Kane, a classic right out the gates
Feelin golden weavin through these lines like I'm Tate
Best from the west of the mitten no it ain't up for debate
Makin somethin outta nothin always tryna create
Never leavin scraps on table, I finish my plate



Credits
Writer(s): Teo N
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