Master Chef

Writing checks something i'm getting use to Put that gun down and get knocked out like ya pops do Fools got some screws lose To much of the screw got you blues clues Didn't teach you bout the do's and don'ts Or you ain't listen Come on and watch poppa jack whip up this chicken Bust down organic dope keep the lungs on a light jog Pulled up on 4 to get the quick Lob Going blackout wit this music 1 man band Thoinks we torching here be more than a gram Need me a shorty that got little Gina and Pam Ain't cap over here this meat real no spam Yo fav rapper out here slaving for Uncle Sam We over here building and executing plans The Marathon don't stop All money building grands Sending balls to the stands She like when i do the dance Master chef Cooking wit the left Yeah master Aye Aye Yeah The boy lucky left In the zone had to go back to my sniper This game ain't free so let's get to swiping F*ck wife'n if she ain't tryna get ya bands up Don't need a fan club just make sure when you see me show love Sky's the limit the Notorious told you that So why the f*ck you just looking from yo back Off ya ass get the cash If you nice at it spaz Going Taz smoking on that lemony fresh