Cook Up

My voice a little gone and shit Yeah We gon work thru it Bitch I cook up Yeah, I cook up In the basement You know what I'm chasing Yeah, I cook up Yeah, I cook up I can't waste my time baby So I cook up Yeah See me whip the wrist when I spit See me whip the wrist when I cook up Steady in the cut like a butcher I be in the kitchen writing hooks up My mama acting new I don't f*ck with school They acting weird around me Now they think I'm crazy too Cause my dreams be out this world Bitch, I'm Mars I thought you knew My dreams be out this world Bitch, I'm Mars I thought you knew Sometimes I wonder if they true I cannot be chilling baby I got shit to do Know you see me work I know you see my work Baby always tripping She don't think I see her worth Yeah It ain't nothing new I do this for the kids that are just like me Tryna get a mil while they're in their teens I'm tryna keep it real I just want the green Yeah Listen closely I say, You just can't stop me I'm forever climbing Niggas want my work And you wanna know why lil bitch It's cause Bitch I cook up Yeah, I cook up In the basement You know what I'm chasing Yeah, I cook up Yeah, I cook up I can't waste my time baby So I cook up Yeah See me whip the wrist when I spit See me whip the wrist when I cook up Steady in the cut like a butcher I be in the kitchen writing hooks up They say flaunt it if you got it Somethings I'd rather keep private I get my money in silence This counting is getting hypnotic This cash going in circles This gas I'm blowing is purple If they switching on you I bet they ass never deserved you What the move is Tell me what the move is If you wanna play the games I've got scars to prove that This ain't really nothing new This ain't nothing to me My heart made of ice Cause these hoes did me the rudest Head made of stone Cause I'm hardheaded to the bone You ain't chasing dreams dawg What type of shit you on I can't really get along With no hoe nigga They ain't really showing love To no broke nigga Homie, rack a band up Yeah Then rack another band up Yeah My flow on freeze Like they told me put my hands up They wishing me the worst I wish a hater would just man up It's Mars, bitch Bitch I cook up Yeah, I cook up In the basement You know what I'm chasing Yeah, I cook up Yeah, I cook up I can't waste my time baby So I cook up Yeah See me whip the wrist when I spit See me whip the wrist when I cook up Steady in the cut like a butcher I be in the kitchen writing hooks up