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Snakes all in my grass
Hitters talk shit, I laugh

Keep me in a brown paper bag
Your bitch my first class
This world we livin' in ain't a safe place
Gun in

like a letter from the pen
This mindstate behind bars we locked up
On kitchen tables our next meal get chopped up
Then pop up on avenues in vestibules

and shouted something racist
I know they’re shaking in their boots they think that I’m a rapist
Syndicate gang member looter and marauder 
Brown skinned bastard

and shouted something racist
I know they're shaking in their boots they think that I'm a rapist
Syndicate gang member looter and marauder 
Brown skinned bastard

beem and spice(whoop)
Duck out the streets and go back to my b**** in the kitchen she cooking  up beans and rice(B****)
She acting strange she want me

Written by Kevin Tyler Deane (Deane)

House negros to the left
Field negros to the right
Wave bye to ya’ lilly liver’d homies
Cause this for runaways

pond that I'm swimming
Onto the vision spawned think of the kitchen
I'm all Thai green curry chicken
Sweet peas and brown sugar mixed in you see
I like

really know my sister but I still miss her
There's still a few of us
Be damned if another go missing
Why you think it's so hot up in the damn kitchen
I'm

or a bullet
Lose a life in a cell from the trigger if you pull it, don't be dumb
Hot up in kitchen but we're cooking sipping rum living life to the fullest come

Your grown-ass doing TikToks
This ain't Stomp the Yard
Hmm, guess what? You Chris Brown
I don't need a confirmation, bitch
I'm the shit now
I was hiding

can rest is by passing the time
All my friends are snorting lines
All my friends are on they meds
All my friends committing crimes
I wanna leave it in

mind was gritty, I was makin' nine-fifty
Fuckin' with a broad out of city
High school, milf in my kitchen

Let me introduce, her name was Brigette

eyes
Yeah, she love to come by in the night time that's the right time
Beat it up like fight night
One, two knock it out, go night night
Tell ya friend

Taken out by Zimmerman’s conditioning
That any black kid in a hoodie is a suspect, a roughneck
Geraldo bought it, his son was upset
Like pops are you done

me now, unh!
Cook with me now, unh! Unh!

Fresher than a muh'fucka
Chris Brown broke up with Rihanna
So he’s lookin’ for another silly idiotic
Ho that

livin' by the gun again
Left me in the dust and wind
Never put no trust in them
Still rain when it's sunny
Either it's pain or it's lovely
Both hands

I'm making gold and platinum tracks
I'm in my bag all alone in my habitat
I'm in a class by myself
A league of my own
I'm in a class by myself
A league

outside
And when we see any camera, we look off
I step in the kitchen, my niggas having a cook off
I look at the map and I'm pushing half of your hood off

who turned on the heater)
New heat new drip new sneak peek check the sneakers
Diamonds dance like Chris Brown on the meter
I'm on the glory route (All

the cops, cuz I ain't beat my dick (Dilf)
Shooting all the cummies, it's making me feel sick (Nut)
Day number five, man I'm starting to run dry (Chris Brown

no ambition so y'all gon' stay broke
Why you think I'm in this trap kitchen tryna weigh coke? (Whip it up)
Shit, it's either that or I slip

for shit, talking about y'all in the kitchen
Your man's hyping it up, 'cause it damn sure ain't your lyrics
Turn that bullshit down, nobody wants

my kitchen I'm Alton Brown ain't nobody missing
If they get in my ear and want to interfere
You can call me Houdini 'cause I'm a disappear

'Cause I'm

can read me like a book
Erotic fiction in the kitchen
We'll experiment with foods
Leftovers on my boner puts me
In a mighty mood okay, I'm a little