Arson - 2. kOUNTRYBOY lyrics

[Intro: N01SES] I be in the lab... cooking, yeah yeah I be in the lab cooking, yeah oh [Hook: N01SES, Rito] Look, I like my b**h funky, yeah I like my food funky Collard greens and corn bread, yeah my soul is in the country I was born in the city, but nothing better than some grits Nothing better than a Cutla**, man you boys not knowing sh** [Verse 1: Pyramid Vritra] From out the cabinet next to the seasoning it's Spicy like pepper powder, dash of that greenery It's alter your mental prowess, after some higher knowledge Alter your mental content, write influential content Paper letter to profit Condense my mental to a 16 molded in sentence Fragment the picture flash a bit for camera picture frame up Peep the scripture I use to build my riches and my name up And decorate my frame up, rose like the bread in the oven [Bridge] Rose like the bread in the oven, yeah And decorate my frame up, rose like the bread in the oven [N01SES, Rito] I be in the lab cooking (Rose like) I like my b**h funky, yeah I like my food funky Collard greens and corn bread, yeah my soul is in the country Go! [Verse 2(cont.): Pyramid Vritra] Fix me a plate to go I'm on the road again A rolling stone At least I showed my face Visit in person make sure you cooking when I enter state Silverado speeding, Africano rhyme in different states Catch me in another form Breaking transformers, transistor transaction, mad richer Seen it all in the distance pinching copper in the kitchen n***a turning the fiction into non, poems into cash notes First name, last name Enter cla**, exit cla** blown [Outro: N01SES] And you know that this some sh** If you hustling count your grip Pretty ladies grab your tits If you dipping hit your switch If you cooking slide them grits If you hustling count your grip Pretty ladies grab your tits If you dipping hit your switch If you cooking slide them grits I said.. You hustling count your grip Pretty ladies grab your tits If you dipping hit your switch If you cooking slide the, slide them grits (Slide them grits, aye)