Then i redecorated, that mean my tables turned
Using shards to cook others from broken lyrics i shattered.
It cook up imagination to generations of our nation
So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation
You claim you a thug crook a drug cook you ain't it
Look in the scope, my people still a target
Stir the beef up in a pot, it's hot, cook it up and sell it,
I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that
Your bitch suck a dick while another nigga pounds
Look how we going to get out of this cook house
Everybody finger point in your direction
Smother it with butter and cook it for my next of kin.
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