That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups
I'm spending hours in the kitchen cooking up carols
Sitting on the bed while they cooking up that coke
I was a black sheep, but now i'm just a goat
Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win
Or be real good at cooking
Just before they seen my money in the green
They behind bars like they was cooking amphetamine
'cuz they don’t smile or smell like you
Cooking up raps like this shits stew
You say i'm in the kitchen.. cooking up shit to splinter creeps
Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans
Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years
I miss your cooking, and your one sided lectures
And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun
You cooking for angels, always a legend, rockin heaven
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