Lyrics:
then I meant it don't be silly
Chef curry I been cookin in the kitchen
Strapped up like we goin on a mission
I'm not asking for forgiveness or permission
to FaceTime
Out in outer space, just took an eighth
It's like the eighth time
Whipping in the kitchen, cooking shit, I'm having bake time
The evening is my
the beat
Niggas lames
Barely got no change
Worried bout what ova niggas doing shit is strange
Bro just put a scope onna stick now he in range
Brodie got
I got new flows
In the kitchen cooking melodies
Late nights in the trenches making plays since I was seventeen
Can't get in my feelings, fill my
Money on the counter and my bitch bad
Cooking in the kitchen like I'm Hdot
Man let me go rip that
Let me go rip that shit
No fake shit
Ever since
write it in a book
Talk about the times I lost
Prolly label me a crook
I been whippin in the kitchen Aine never been a cook
Ima take it all wit me bet I
P
And you know a nigga listened
Master chef in the kitchen
Free my mutha fuckin' uncle
Doing 30 yeah I miss 'em
Lil Lango gone Juug till
it's everybodys money
Communist way I bring gang in the kitchen
We breaking the bread and we bringing up digits
Communist way I be, Communist way I be
(Liràtha hotta)
(Uh!) It's Pre o'clock, Pre o'clock
Another day living life in the hard-knocks
Parents on the grizzy, yeah they work a lot
E-RANGE
Hook:
No competition
I don't see no competition
No competition
We trained to kill opposition
10 thousand hours I spent in the kitchen jus
the kitchen
If it weren't for me
Henny in my cup I got bored of sipping mud
Rollie on her arm, she been feeling like the one
Smoke until I'm calm, gelato
hungry snatch the dishes out ya kitchen
I'll be wylin' til they pick me outta line-up...
We keep the nines tucked, chopped dimes up, rap about it
Wyle
Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da (Haha!)
Good riddance to niggas and bitches bullshittin'
I house MCs like baths and full kitchens (Uhh)
Ready or not, doc, hood lynchin'
Icy
my flame in
You the same nigga on that creep shit
My gang the same niggas it's OMB shit
It was close range don't know how he missed
You a scared nigga
stretch
Get dome in the Range Rov', I ain't even stressed
I get me a bag and I run it up
Say he the man but I know he can't fuck with us (huh)
Left my
buses, I wake up at night
Loved her dearly, traded in my tears for a Range Rover
Transformation, you ain't felt grief 'til you felt it sober
I wish I
Got on my darkest shades, this man is made
Inherit no riches, Jehovah's my witness
Physical fitness, home economics
In the kitchen digital scales
and she said that I can get it boy
This a hit and I'm a make a nigga feel it boy
My flow on range, my swag's insane
And my campaign on ten, I like the bitch
you watch your range like a rover
Follow me son, what's done is done, forgot it
God bless his soul while his body's underground rotting
We won't
on stupid, I gotta keep it moving
Niggas make the same shit, me I make the blueprint
Came in the Range, Hopped out the Lexus
Every year since, I've been
I'm handlin' business
Work hard, I gotta get it (I gotta get it)
Trap hard, we in the kitchen
Diamonds so cold, light even bend
My niggas don't
the kitchen on 'em
The block is hot, but we still here gettin' it on 'em
And keep a tool every time we hit these streets
'Cause these niggas act a fool
waits for no religion whether Catholic or Christian (ah)
Listen, I went through mama bitching in and out the kitchen
With probable cause, it's probably
meet
From the homicidal bitchin'
That goes down in every kitchen
To determine who will serve and who will eat
From the wells of disappointment
Where
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