Cookin Soul - All Wit My Hands lyrics

[Intro] Porsches, Lambs, all with my hands Mansions expand, haters don't understand All the work I been putting in Now it's raining bricks [Verse 1] n***a please, I'm a G, you a s**a Baby look at me and tell me what you in this truck for $pitta brings Chevys out all summer Winter I'm a slam in the H1 Hummer 95 Air Max, dope runners Shows every night, hella racks, doing numbers Homie asks where y'all was at when it was struggling You was playing the back, you was hiding from it You ain't want nothing, now you got nothing While I'm smoking on an onion, counting something Out yacht shopping, boat hunting, car lot copping Call me if you want something [Hook] Porsches, Lambs, all with my hands Mansions expand, haters don't understand You ain't notice all the work I was putting in Underground in the kitchen, now it's raining bricks [Verse 2] Hoe what? I'm out your league Smoking dolo, don't come talking to me Focused on money, baby I can't see No future in we, mama we can't be Pledge allegiance to God and green THC in the oxygen that I breathe New Year's Eve is choppers by the trees Bring it in safe, please you know how it be Realer than TV, listen to OG's Stack dope before me then pa**ed down rollies To new breeds, this tradition What have you been in? Motherf**er you don't know me, you kiddin' [Hook] Porsches, Lambs, all with my hands Mansions expand, haters don't understand You ain't notice all the work I was putting in Underground in the kitchen, now it's raining bricks