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Gurl of my dreams
Love letters in my jeans 
I be cookin it up wit fiends 
By any means 

I know I'm not the richest guy on the block 
And I don't punch

dey cookin like dennys
First i count up while roll me some pressure
Pour up da drink n i didnt even measure
Paid all my bills now ima slurge all

at
Maniac, maniac, maniac, maniac
 
I keep the green in my duffle
I heard you smokin' that crumble
I got that grass by the bundle
Show up it smell like some

shit aside
Focus on this growing music
Good enough to heal you
Warming up like it's your mama cookin'
Like it's your mama cookin', Sunday lunch
Mama

fly like a Rocket ship
I been stressin I been
Catching feelings that I hate
Passion buildin by the day
Gucci logo on your purse
Fashion killer in them

Clock running out of breath now
Like I'm finally crying out for help now
Stomach feel just like a oven
Them butterflies cookin'
Ain't nobody lookin'

the carter
Feeling like Yeezy but a little more harder
I been on my greezy for like 29 summers
Cookin in pajamas
Dealing with some mamas
If anyone got problems

and smokin' the weed
Lotta pussy man which one to eat
I'm only feedin' on greed, oh it's so sweet
Cookin up heat when I step on this beat 
Cuz I strike with

just take it's toll
It's eye for an eye you know it's line for a line
By the design of you tryna beat your foes because I'm

Home alone while I'm tokin

Told em Imma hold it down for the block
This the 716 Brodie cookin' on the spot
This that Scotty Street heat, rowdy we ain’t ever stop
Told the kids

eatin'
Stuck in the kitchen not cookin' for vegans
Flipping these patties and tossing the seasonin'
Turn it around like we tossing the season
Oh boy that's

He can see how I’m cookin'
I feel like Obama the windows is tinted
The shit cost me 30 you know I ain’t rent it
If he gotta problem you know that I’m

up like mathematics
Add it up

Pull up in a brand new sports car
Bad bitch by my side she a white brawd
Blue eyes blonde hair brown streaks
Big titties

ain't
With the homie Gabe 
See what he's cookin we cookin nothing but the dank   
Got the dough got the drank got the pad by the lake
Living on the top

Ima hit the lotto for my grandma
Cause I'm always living out my kinfolk's dreams
I don't truly understand what it means
It must be written by

Were gonna be rhyming all day by all means necessary
When i'm spittin like a poet i feel like Lorca In the blood representing as a Borges and Gorka
I

cookin never snoozing
Lettin time pass me by i cant do it
Im abusive with the beats smooth with the flow
If you broke don't stress true hustlers never fold

(Watch my feet)

I was countin' down the clock
Three seconds for the shot
I be cookin' Curry pot (Cookin')
She was lookin' and I'm not
I was drivin' by

I don't need no weak shit on my timeline
Same thing goes for in my lifetime 
I been out here lookin tryna find time
I been out here cookin tryna take

I been in the kitchen, I'm cooking, I'm cooking
I'm cookin' this vision for us, babe
I always come with the update
I'm always keeping you up, late
You

you grin
Before the teeth bared, time to eat ya yeah
We don't speak barely, show by action, overacting
Told that facts, known for that  nuttin sweet

flow is a virgin, you gettin' fucked by the industry, thanks for ya service
Ridin' my wave like a serpent, the smoke clears and the Psycho emerges
Fuck

I see monsters in the night time
Demons in the kitchen cookin' something
Something real right
Reservations ready at Dorsia
Yeah it feels nice
I could

We got the canon the cabbage the kitchen
Loots from the trap that we hittin'
Trophies and stacks with the switches
Cookin' w me is forbidden
Come for