Vi Finesse - Kitchen lyrics

[Verse 1: Vi Finesse] Uh, chef it at the stove, get it by the pound Rappers going vegan ‘cause that's beef in my sound Idols going ghost, like Phoebus Phantoms Light skin boys taken all these girls for ransom Yeah, I'm handsome; got it popping like my Gram How do sell yourself, never seen a grand I don't know, but you chasing dreams in your sleep I just work these mills like my name is Meek And you claim you're Blood, lettuce see you bleed Romaine on my salad, I was chopping leaves Know you hate them C's, hate my money trees Crack you like an egg, cooking you over ease Watch them flowers pollinate by them bees Yachty on that broccoli, gotta let him be Fish antics, got a gang from the sea I just call Shrimpboat in to bring the steam ‘Cause I'm roasting every rapper to a new degree And I'll remain the realest past the d**h of me Make you wanna take a shot at the best of me Make you wanna pop off, going recklessly [Hook: Vi Finesse] (I be in the kitchen Cooking up some fixin's When I go to mixing All my haters gotta listen I be in the kitchen Y'all been washing dishes Vengeance is the mission Breaking bread is the vision) x2 [Verse 2: EMACKO] [Hook: Vi Finesse] (I be in the kitchen Cooking up some fixin's When I go to mixing All my haters gotta listen I be in the kitchen Y'all been washing dishes Vengeance is the mission Breaking bread is the vision) x2 [Verse 3: Vi Finesse] Get it by the liter I'm turning up that meter Boy, you playing; screw a feature Made it big, never need ya Damn, shoulda known E and I would snap Put that star on my hat, tell her bring it right back I ain't ever love the trap, but I got a crazy knack Pushing weight for my city, we ain't ever pushing crack Oh, and you can get the Mac; I ain't talking cheese We heard you rap, and you ain't even got the grease Ask me how it happened, turn you back and say “What's Brackin'?” Going platinum off this rapping while you jacking; buying Magnums And my cali is the coldest, flavor is the boldest And if you think I'm playing, you can hold this You either catching B's or throwing up phalanges Popping molly, sip that lean, crush them Xanies When I get it, I'm raised like the Golden Gate Feeling in my Golden State Eating while you hold my plate Scheming, dawg; I stole your fate Knives let me cultivate Culinary sk**s, put it up like Joe Dressing French like ‘Tana representing yo And I'll be the remedy ‘til there's nothing left This flow is a nightmare and you overslept [Outro: Vi Finesse] (and I'll be the remedy ‘til there's nothing left This flow is a nightmare and you overslept)