[Intro]
Welcome to Good Burger, home of the good burger
Can I take your order?
And I'll take the double burger with cheese (Haha)
All that for the impossible patty shit, dude
Yo
Vaughn
[Verse 1]
I’m out here lookin' for hell to raise
Fuck about your story, my young niggas'll tear a page
Kardashian road trip, they come through with hella K’s
All we ever wanted in this life was like everything
Ain't duckin' the smoke but we gon' turn 'em to Mary Jane
Pull up they resumes, dumb work
Started pushin' Ed, Edd and Eddy Kane
And I might blow the roof off this bitch for them petty games
DJ Khaled hooks, all you niggas can share the pain
Feels like they droppin' Jordans that nobody buy, mid
Irony all through the tracks, they runnin' out of ideas
Throwin’ jabs and though the chain hang low, you’re not Jibbs
Man, my stomach touch my motherfuckin' ribs
But my Mac don’t touch my motherfuckin' cornbread
I'm off the wall, daddy long legs
Even though my daddy was a cone head
I learned how to cook up soul food to keep my soul fed
'Cause in the dark, my aura glow red like an old shed
Syrup sandwiches before allowances, I balanced it with a beam
And found out about balances from traphouse to palaces
I hustle everyday that’s on the calendar
Stayin' out of dodge but I'm cruisin' through the Challenges
[Interlude]
You know a nigga like me, I love the game, I love the hustle
But these niggas cookin' beyond burgers
Impossible patties
Haha
[Verse 2]
Lil' bitch, I'm Baby Yoda with the bakin' soda
Still poppin' that hot shit that niggas hate us over
Guess they just doin' what they do to try to make the quota
Get it off my chest when it's heavy, bitch, the wait is over
See, I make music for the real niggas, music for the drug dealers
Must be in a food fight, all they do is sub niggas
Took a while but a nigga finally right here
So as I'm scalin' up, I'm peepin' all they crocodile tears
With all they Toy Stories and all they Bo Peeps
I'm black fabric, I hold heat, I'm black magic, you can't see
See, I looked up to the all the Ballas, I crashed out on Grove Street
Treat me like a Scrappy Doo and with the hands, I whoop feet
See, I never played tennis but I'm good on the internet
Rappers turned actors, got the nerve of bein' indirect
I don't get it yet
Just know they bad for business, based on all they past decisions
Spent a band to make 'em twitch like DJ Akademiks
Might die a legend from this verse
Can't peace it up, that ain't how it work
And I still push like givin' birth, just know this body was for the turf
I'm full fledged, I stay alert, I'm from the beach where they don't surf
I'm a YN and I'm too turnt to let these niggas fire first
[Outro]
I mean they let y'all cook
Y'all niggas went in that motherfuckin' kitchen
And brewed up some impossible patties for the young niggas, man
I ain't got time for it, somebody take 'em off of the bartender, goddamn
Don't forget to tip the bartender, my nigga
Don't forget to tip the bartender
