Black Butter Stove God Cooks
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[Verse]
We was in the kitchen Friday nights (We was)
How you know that Wock' real? It got that lean bite (I can taste it)
I'll introduce you to this ki' life (I will)
But it's gon' cost you thirty-three (It's gon' cost you thirty-three)
Bus told me it's all about the timing (What's good, big homie?)
Our Rollies just was set different, but I promise
Both our second hands been sweepin' 'round them diamonds
I'm on an eight-figure check mission, bitch, listen (Listen)
I feel like they ain't even playin' D on niggas (They not)
I been in that Dior, spillin' Ace all on my Christian (We good)
Mashallah when I'm up in my proper spot
That's up there with the Kendricks and the Drizzys, the Jiggas, the Nases
Truthfully, I wantеd to rhyme like Common Sensе (I did)
But then I climbed my way to a brick (Haha, I did)
Daddy-daughter day, my baby draggin' her chinchilla out the drop 6 (Woo)
You niggas not this (You niggas not this)
Baking soda, ice what you lock with (What you cook with)
Feel like you be dyin' in slow motion, but got shot quick (Bap, bap, bap)
They say he lived, I'm like, "How? He got that work"
They said they shot him out his shirt, watched his body do the j—
Murder is a tough thing to digest
It's a slow process
And I got the patience of a Buddhist
Ridin' with my shooters
In the corner store, like, "Yo, Abdullah
Ain't no alkaline water up in this cooler?"
God is a computer
We was in the kitchen Friday nights (We was)
How you know that Wock' real? It got that lean bite (I can taste it)
I'll introduce you to this ki' life (I will)
But it's gon' cost you thirty-three (It's gon' cost you thirty-three)
Bus told me it's all about the timing (What's good, big homie?)
Our Rollies just was set different, but I promise
Both our second hands been sweepin' 'round them diamonds
I'm on an eight-figure check mission, bitch, listen (Listen)
I feel like they ain't even playin' D on niggas (They not)
I been in that Dior, spillin' Ace all on my Christian (We good)
Mashallah when I'm up in my proper spot
That's up there with the Kendricks and the Drizzys, the Jiggas, the Nases
Truthfully, I wantеd to rhyme like Common Sensе (I did)
But then I climbed my way to a brick (Haha, I did)
Daddy-daughter day, my baby draggin' her chinchilla out the drop 6 (Woo)
You niggas not this (You niggas not this)
Baking soda, ice what you lock with (What you cook with)
Feel like you be dyin' in slow motion, but got shot quick (Bap, bap, bap)
They say he lived, I'm like, "How? He got that work"
They said they shot him out his shirt, watched his body do the j—
Murder is a tough thing to digest
It's a slow process
And I got the patience of a Buddhist
Ridin' with my shooters
In the corner store, like, "Yo, Abdullah
Ain't no alkaline water up in this cooler?"
God is a computer
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