Regrets Cookin Soul & Raz Fresco (Ft. Tha God Fahim)

[Intro: Sample, Raz Fresco, & Producer Drop]
See ya, and I wouldn't wanna be ya!
Yo (Marvelous)
Cookin Soul

[Verse 1: Raz Fresco]
A couple generations later, and still (What?)
We ain’t form as one to get the funds, yo, it's ill (That's crazy)
In the cipher, it’s many ciphers
Makin' deals with the machines to keep the teens asleep behind the wheel ([?])
Sin for Satan for the sensation (Uh)
The greyer information (Uh) got you in formation (Uh)
For jail trips; the dope that made the scale trip
[?]
Pound of marijuana, mailed in
Burnin' the skunky that come wrapped like Return of the Mummy
Higher learning, that's lessons from earnin' from junkies (Fiends)
Nеver let 'em see thе product before you see the money (C.O.D.)
Whether he servin' a fan or servin' a snorter (What?)
His shit raw like war in reverse order (Crazy)
Too many poor Black kids wanna be rich
Forgettin’ about the RICOs on they team, that scheme

[Interlude: Tha God Fahim]
And that’s why we gotta teach the youth, y'nah’mean?
So the same mistakes, they won't make, y'nah'm sayin’?
Break the cycle, end the cycle, you know
Start a new cycle