[Chorus]
Woah, yeah, woah
I'm back in the kitchen again
Finessed the finesser, I did it again
I ain't have to use no GPS to get here, n***a, I know where I am
I ain't get here lyin' on no man 'cause n***a, I know where I stand
Don't talk about nun' I coulda did, n***a, just know that you can't
Yo' bitch in the penthouse tryna fuck me, shit, just know that I ain't
I don't even fuck walk-throughs no more, I don't even know her name
These n***as in the house, sittin' talkin' 'bout me, n***a, I don't need no more fame
[Verse]
Uh, n***a, I don't need no chain
N***a, I don't need no clique
Get the fuck off of my dick
Mе and my n***as, we straight
Me and my bitch do okay
But see, that ain't none of your businеss
There you go all in the mix, and you don't 'een know what we mixin'
DJ Drama these n***as mixy
I told my bitch she "Got a star", and she missed it
She superficial, her best friend sadiddy
I got a cannon on me and it boom, but it don't make no beats
You in the industry, not in the streets
Go against me and that's gon' be a sweep
Shit, go against me and win, that's the last time you gon' eat 'cause my n***as they gon' tweak
My n***as let that shit fly, they don't Tweet
Fuck 9-1-1, we .223
R.I.P Prodigy, we Mobb Deep
We stay on go, you can't stop me
She eat cock, 'cause I'm cocky
She said I'm "The one", fuck the top three
Don't be mad, this what you taught me
I could lose it all, I still got me
I'm still getting high at the pent' lowkey
You can shoutout a n***a, but you don't know me
My smoke A1, my bitch CC
You got it on deck, but I got it on me
I'm smokin' loud at the house
Grindin' I'm stackin' up dough tryna go get the re'
Choppa on me it play a melody, it sing
[Chorus]
Yeah, woah
I'm back in the kitchen again
Finessed the finesser, I did it again
I ain't have to use no GPS to get her, n***a, I know where I am
I ain't get here lyin' on no man 'cause n***a, I know where I stand
Don't talk about nun' I coulda did, n***a, just know that you can't
Yo' bitch in the penthouse tryna fuck me, shit, just know that I ain't
I don't even fuck walk-throughs no more, I don't even know her name
These n***as in the house, sittin' talkin' 'bout me, n***a, I don't need no more fame
[Verse 2]
I'on need no more liquor
I'on need no more drank 'cause I might fuck around and kill one of you n***as
You gotta be high off that Molly
You got to have took like ten thousand Percs, thinkin' you can fuck with my body
You don't gotta pay for shit over here, lil' n***a, I got it
I ain't perfect, I'm just honest
She do Pilates but talkin' about it
I feel like Franklin, I'm havin' a product
I'm in the trap with lil' what and they workin' that whatchamacallit
I got some shooter with me, on and off court, we ballin'
I got some trust in this stick, no stallin'
R.I.P Nipsey, I just left Slauson
I'm tryna leave, but that money keep callin'
My picture in the bank 'cause I'm in that ho often
You know it's my house if you hear a bad bitch in there coughin'
I put up numbers like uncle Buckets, I ain't shy with that glizzy, I'm awesome
My young n***as shootin' like Boston
I put white in her eye like Hopsin
She don't clean, but she say that I'm toxic
We tuck 'cause I'm back in the office
[Chorus]
Yeah, woah
I'm back in the kitchen again
Finessed the finesser, I did it again
I ain't have to use no GPS to get here, n***a, I know where I am
I ain't get here lyin' on no man 'cause n***a, I know where I stand
Don't talk about nun' I coulda did, n***a, just know that you can't
Yo' bitch in the penthouse tryna fuck me, shit, just know that I ain't
I don't even fuck walk-throughs no more, I don't even know her name
These n***as in the house, sittin' talkin' 'bout me, n***a, I don't need no more fame