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Uh yeah me and Daelin we bout to do it again
Boom bap is back and it's better than ever
Ima take a step back and spit it real clever
Ima cook it up

be, You beee
You be ignoring me while I'm talking
Yeaaahhhhhh
I'd cook some food for you
You can chill
Play some songs for you
You can chill
You can

In the kitchen tryna cook right
Took a minute to get the books right
I ain’t seen you in a while
I’m familiar with your smile
Go head show me what it

of the young - Gandhi
Someone pass me the keys - handifambe
Asking me if I'm going on tour
Moving like Sally - on the shore
Smack Down if we're wrestling Raw

Cops a patrol blue suit whole a dem
Rasta a cook up the ital stew
It smell like chicken it fool di whole a dem
Domino game and the children dem a play

she trust me
Skip the lovey dovey
Just double up my money
Pro tour of the country in my seven Deuce funky
Add that shit up if your ass feels spunky
I

the simple life, but I also want more
You know a nigga wants a wife, but a nigga wants to tour
A nigga wants some privacy, but also needs to let ‘em know

tour life
In any city this the scene on repeat
Year after year this the theme for the heat

All around the world's the same song
All around the world's

you just ran away and hide
And a man without a plan is just a pussy in disguise
And shit you right, yeah you right
But I was on tour making bills

don't give a fuck
When you tell me to give up
Imma cook you with these bars
Call it sunny side up
I got an obligation
To make the next sensation
If I

look at this pain, All in my face

The game ain't the same, feel my Pain, look at my state
Take u on a tour, my city at war, we Lost some greats
I can't

a drink, I don't treat you, I treat you like a feast
Slow cook you into soup, brutal boku, flesh and bone appetite
I make you suffer then I call it supper,

the amount
And we only going up up up, nah we never heading south
Less' a city on our tour maps down there then we out
On some real shit I'm blessed with

Pink gin on the rider, pour me a cup of it
Twenty more tours then maybe I've had enough of it
I'm Marshall Mathers before sobriety
No filter on what I

An my girl blood
Plus a open roof of course
Cause en route I need head room to vent
On tour
Jus P's on P's an Q's
The life of an independent
Whips n whips

a vision how my life gotta go
Me, you, tour bus and a life on the road
Not a little bit of strife on the soul
Smoke it up in a blunt you can light when I

spit it from the gut, so my core is always sore
You spin a globe, that’s how your ass goes on world tours
I incubate kids that’ll imitate your nig’
You

of things that I endure through
That s**t got me on a tour though
That s**t got me even more hoes

I don't do this s**t cause my pride
Gotta put that sucka

dash in the Porche
8 figure pocket income when I'm going on tour
Those are just some affirmations I should throw in the force
Never sleep I just had

dash in the Porsche
8 figure pocket income when I'm going on tour
Those are just some affirmations I should throw in the force
Never sleep I just had

card to make my wallet thinner 
Never need a chef I'll cook my own dinner 
Bout to go on tour get that check 6 figures

See dat Patek on my wrist
Love

a high pitch
Have tours bigger than the Catalina wine mix
Get a fine grip around this feeling like a Heimlich
Or I'll lose my mind nick of time Amanda

the streets but I grew up on the cape side
Footy getting leaked of the beat of my next line

I got off a tour I decided I didn't like that shit
All this clean

and put a surplus in my wages
Tryna cook up a gem so I could tour and hit them stages
Daily arguments with Mama got me thinking bout replacing
Graduated