[Intro]
Dre the drama
My mama said it was too hot for you
Stay ut the kitchen cause we cooking up in here
[Hook]
In the kitchen with the stove on
Here to finish up but he just dozed off
Cook the work as it won’t cook itself
Gotta hit the block as it won’t sell itself
No trap house doing numbers
Made a hunnid thousand on this corner
Here today gone tomorrow
Live fast die young
[Verse 1]
I done parked foreign cars in front of crack houses
Popping champagne standing on the back of couches
We stuck up in a cycle that’s hard to break
I did the impossible God is great
I got a couple partners tryna dodge the state
And papi bugging on the price he tryna charge for weight
I’ve been attracted to the game is always my mistake
But society is to blame is been my debate
Shit we on the hill just tryna buy some weight
At the time that the fiends was getting off bait
I’ve been up for three days I’m still wide awake
When you start to cook crack that’s an acquired taste
He had a legal defender when he tried his case
He fucked around a blew twenty five up state
Damn but that never stops the operation (not a all)
I told G to throw the gun when the cops was chasing
When mane had the five hunnid the streets was hot
You know the police was tryna raid tryna sweep the block
They was slinging pies it’s like the pizza shop
We was pushing weight just like equinox
Damn, Harlem had so many kings
I could name a bunch of niggas that saw so many things
Tiny bum was junior half a mill [?] trip
He be laughing he caught a dub and life is still a bitch
We ride through the sixteen gave him our first bricks
We did ten thousand by the first trip
Shit I’m on ace right now I still got a cousin in one “O” eight right Now
Nigga
Dre the drama
My mama said it was too hot for you
Stay ut the kitchen cause we cooking up in here
[Hook]
In the kitchen with the stove on
Here to finish up but he just dozed off
Cook the work as it won’t cook itself
Gotta hit the block as it won’t sell itself
No trap house doing numbers
Made a hunnid thousand on this corner
Here today gone tomorrow
Live fast die young
[Verse 1]
I done parked foreign cars in front of crack houses
Popping champagne standing on the back of couches
We stuck up in a cycle that’s hard to break
I did the impossible God is great
I got a couple partners tryna dodge the state
And papi bugging on the price he tryna charge for weight
I’ve been attracted to the game is always my mistake
But society is to blame is been my debate
Shit we on the hill just tryna buy some weight
At the time that the fiends was getting off bait
I’ve been up for three days I’m still wide awake
When you start to cook crack that’s an acquired taste
He had a legal defender when he tried his case
He fucked around a blew twenty five up state
Damn but that never stops the operation (not a all)
I told G to throw the gun when the cops was chasing
When mane had the five hunnid the streets was hot
You know the police was tryna raid tryna sweep the block
They was slinging pies it’s like the pizza shop
We was pushing weight just like equinox
Damn, Harlem had so many kings
I could name a bunch of niggas that saw so many things
Tiny bum was junior half a mill [?] trip
He be laughing he caught a dub and life is still a bitch
We ride through the sixteen gave him our first bricks
We did ten thousand by the first trip
Shit I’m on ace right now I still got a cousin in one “O” eight right Now
Nigga
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