[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ye-yeah
Cookin Soul
Yeah

[Verse 1]
Hella blessings, special presence, via mainframe
I find the Most High so I could maintain
Every few days a new pack, never the same strain
AP known to bump some blue Thai box and remain strange
I paid attention to critics, how they convey names
The same game played out for years is just a different look
Keep the pedal bikes on push, crazy moves made in Bush
Off the cake and zombie kush, shit was written like a book
Gaining wisdom while I'm spliffing with a crook
'Cause I ain't judging by it's cover, Caribbean man like me
Try and teach his son another way to get it
Till we up and fly-stepping in a big Jeep
Rather chase my dreams than feel regret when I'm six feet
The cleanliness in every line he wrote, he like a neat freak
Heard it's next to Godliness so obvious I keeps sheet
GP, hear my beats bang down on E Street
EM bandana, white flagging on some peace treat

[Chorus]
For all my brothers in the hustle tryna flip shit
Who fell in love with the music, got addicted
Who get this trip before their people get evicted
Who ain't complain and made it happen, made the script flip
Who ain't complain and made it happen, seen the script flip
Who get this trip before their people get evicted
Who fell in love with the music, got addicted
For all my brothers in the hustle tryna flip shit
[Verse 2]
Yo, they love Miyagi music, heard they keep that shit on repeat
No matter what the vibe is
Said what known to keep that shit timeless
Like cartel, can't tell if it's bants if a n***a say he fuckin' with the pen game
'Cause, I've been flowing mad since Joey Bad' was smoking chem strains
And Snoop had his hair permed, on CoD letting flares burn
But times change
Wake up, playing vinyl, clean my house, and burn the nice sage
CBD boss with the sauce in the roses
So rhyme while we posing, emotions over R&B music
And voting while we spirit invoking
Subconsciously, feel like I can run the world, honestly
Poetry is deeper than connections to the elements
Blood type rare like people in tribe settlements
Gas made it dense, smell a scent and change the sentiment
Spiritual warfare, alert when the law near
Knowledge is all there, the crosshairs

[Chorus]
For all my brothers in the hustle tryna flip shit
Who fell in love with the music, got addicted
Who get this trip before their people get evicted
Who ain't complain and made it happen, made the script flip
Who ain't complain and made it happen, seen the script flip
Who get this trip before their people get evicted
Who fell in love with the music, got addicted
For all my brothers in the hustle tryna flip shit