KingjayTellEm - COOKIN' lyrics

Told ma gang tha I'll be cooking a hit U can find in the kitchen if u come to ma crib We cook it all night till the day we'll die K2 pa** tha souce make it tasty yhoo ey We just did it with no favours Contin figures on a table Cookin a hit with no flavours I feel like a chef when I'm cooking this shiii yeah Hard bars for the fam yeah Hot tracks for the gang yeah Making money for a self rise Man we cooking a hit the we sell it If is not abt the money forget it I've been working hard just to get this sh** Me n ma gang we lit We trynna make make it in the game Just get it I'm so epidemic spreading through the city now they getting sick of the boy They can't handle the boy all they do is hate man U can find me in the kitchen Writing lyrics like a recipe get it I just wanna be an Oprah Making Money like a dealer U know bruh I just wanna go over sea's N find my self living abroad yeah They should be shoutin my name N ask otographs coz i am the best yeah I'm taking over u should watch out Step by step I'm gettin there Oh yeah I am the best Who can do better I'm making k**ing I'm cookin a hit now they listenin I'm doin ma best now they hatin me I got juice and the Hennessey and I got the piff in the building U can find me in the kitchen God is my light in the darkness(hallelujah) I told ma haters imma make it thou N i am the man of my words I take my time n i don't impress Im that n***a with that attitude I was born the best n magnified Jay be the name I'm k**ing it Cookin a hit a nee more spice I just nee water to cool me down I'm running the streets like caster siminya I'm heading to the top n sippin that lin I'm running the game ma n***a I'm in Buh all this haters wanna see me down All this n***as just fakin I don't see nobody real here I legaly protect my music Hence a n***a tryna ruin it They don't like it when i spit barz, rhymes They scared i can take their movement They don't wanna see me shine They wanna see a n***a suffering Lord protect me from this life There's full of evil n lies in it Young n***a doin the most I'm lyrically gifted Ma n***as they know Who can do better than us We makin a k**in n cookin a hit Me n my gang we on Chasin the paper in different locations Money4 yeah I want the paper n some honies I'll be cookin in the kitchen man They wanna taste Give em full plate I know they'll be asking for more Especially my haters to check salt When they come to ma crib they here for observation So i gotta put more more effort n do this sh** So i gotta feed em in the mornin Afternoon and evening The baddest in the kitchen where u from U feeding em n***as u hella dope I just do what I do N I'm doin the most We just wanna hve a good time Sipping and eatin till we die Ma haters are praying for my downfall They don't wanna see shine Told ma gang tha I'll be cooking a hit U can find in the kitchen if u come to ma crib We cook it all night till the day we'll die K2 pa** tha souce make it tasty yhoo ey