Cookbook - Big Rap Money Makin' lyrics

[Verse 1] Funky like [?] Meet and greet this Many read for this Point of no return from Mothers we learn follow by example In every bunch there's a bad apple It's hard to tackle what can be touched Had enough of yourself you become too much I'm out to lunch Punch in on no clocks Have no sense of time There's no need for a watch Means to a end Cease to begin Order of operation needs to reach men Push or pull Sweat like a animal Backwards or forwards Produce obey rules Hold your own While trying to grab his Capitalize on opportunities 'cause sleep is for kids Climb to the top do whatever it takes Move like machinery we don't make mistakes [Hook] For two years straight with no food on the plate (We make it happen when these n***as start rapping) In a van on interstate traveling to every state (We make it happen when these n***as start rapping) We live the highs and lows and still maintain great (We make it happen when these n***as start rapping) And it just don't stop 'til we take the cake (Who this, captain?) (Big rap money makin') [Verse 2] I'm the blue collar scholar White collared worker Average Joe a poet writes his hits and tear-jerkers Playwright and novelist stories of nonfiction [?] A steel worker clocking in his time card The guy who works the mines hard and serves for gold he finds hard The home run hitter with the high RBI The intelligent spy who keeps his eye on the prize Yeah yeah yeah yeah I do my work with eight cats in the van down by the river Just a heartfelt giver with every verse that I deliver To your house and to your ears To your sister and her peers I put in too many years and now we're hearing some cheers But ain't no comfort zone We're trying to get these hits known I'm trying to payback that loan so I can build up my home We gots to keep it moving Ain't no time for sitting ducks I guess we'll travel like trucks and try to earn me some bucks [Hook] For two years straight with no food on the plate (We make it happen when these n***as start rapping) In a van on interstate traveling to every state (We make it happen when these n***as start rapping) We live the highs and lows and still maintain great (We make it happen when these n***as start rapping) And it just don't stop 'til we take the cake (Who this, captain captain captain) [Verse 3: Sareem Poems and ?] I was raised like a m**m Praying to the east Now I connect raps to SP beats That my brother CookBook makes (for goodness sake) While I gotta fight to make the concept great When what I think [?] and dictates faith And when you blink I'll peek and title take 'Cause buddy I got flows and you got rolls that make a force that quark your whole system pores Yeah hey Still paying bills but broke ain't nothing funny I go to the ATM it no longer bleeds money Struggle to write thoughts that spin into my device My manager bails on me but still I sacrifice It's really not what you do More like it's who you know Explaining why s**ers like you are rich but can't flow These are never ending story One after another 'til I renegotiate my contract with Warner Brothers [Hook] For two years straight with no food on the plate (We make it happen when these n***as start rapping) In a van on interstate traveling to every state (We make it happen when these n***as start rapping) We live the highs and lows and still maintain great (We make it happen when these n***as start rapping) And it just don't stop 'til we take the cake (Who this, captain?) (Big rap money makin')