Man of the Kitchen

[Intro]

Ayo, a nigga ain't never gave me shit, but a opportunity

(Rest in peace Machine Gun Black)

That's all I needed though, real shit

Griselda, Griselda (Ow!)

[Verse]

Yup I chill, I sat patient, I just watch 'em get richer (seen that)

If everybody a killer, I guess nobody the victim (haha)

When you speakin' real shit, Griselda gotta get mentioned (huh)

We chip the rock off the block that hip-hop was invented

Not logic, but profit, justify the consequence in it (okay)

Balenciaga on my collar with the ostrich stitched in it (woo!)

We did robberies and ate lobsters, my momma's my witness

As a hustler, I stayed hungrier than my competition

That's real shit, my OGs bought bricks and gave pointers to us

Then I joined 'em doin' it, now I'm talkin' white like Joyner Lucas

This for my 28 pointer movers (my hustlers)

And for the kids who never lived how I did, but still enjoy the music

If you wonderin', see that's my choice, I do it

That and the fact I'm still the best and built a rep I can't afford to ruin (nah)

Now they see us and want the formula to it, nah

'Cause you gotta play the corner before you actually makin' corner music

Eastside Buffalo, ain't nothing but shooters here

Learned more from my mixtape than they did in they junior year

When the plane land, we roll up, light up, pollute the air

I went to meet a plug and brought my team back a souvenir (ayo we straight)

This for money I blew and should've saved

The chicks I gave my heart to, knowin' I should've played (fuck you bitch)

To my connect, if I face death, I wouldn't name (silent)

I did a bid and came back to my hood, it was the same

I'm the quarterback, I'm probably the reason we took the game

And if we lost, I handled it equal and took the blame

Got some game from a old head from my block (what he say?)

He said, "Be careful 'cause them niggas 'round you want your spot"

Ah!

[Outro]

Uh, huh

If everybody a killer, who the victim then, huh?

The Butcher, nigga