[Intro]
Nobody comes in my house
Talking shit about my rock
I don't care if his last name is Saint
Yeah, that's right, I know your ass
And I don't give a fuck
I'm gonna keep cooking
The way I... (THUDDING)
- Huh? You gonna keep cooking?
- (SCREAMING)
(SIZZLING)
Said you wanted to
Cook, didn't you, huh?
Cook, then, nigga!
(SCREAMING)
[Verse 1]
They told me all the money and the heavens ain’t gon’ make me a god
Well I made biblical money I can play with them odds
Pray to me the plug got the face of a narc
The logo stamped on the keys in the shape of a cross
Pray for me I sent it in the way of my disciples
And it turned into a table of them saying what they might do
‘Nough of this, holy water off of the covenant
And all the gold medal I need up where the cupboard is
Sunday dinner them keys, slow bubbling
Them chickens gon’ need more gravy you gotta smother shit
It’s no measuring cups, just oven mitts
Know the recipe won’t change if you don’t fuck wit’ it
Pour 36 in the strainer and let the drip set
Throw a line and drop fishscale in a fishnet
Come back swimming them laps when it reacts
And it break into four more floating into a quintet
Band all together now, crowd screaming
The drummer found a pocket and the crowd found demons
It never been more orgasmic than it seems
When you light up a rock, pull it back and let the steam in
Blast from it talkin’ ‘bout crosses on packages
But bet I’ll get the gates to separate off of trafficking
Chauffeured by two angels in lingerie robes
And enough in the trunk for heaven’s payroll
[Chorus]
Back home dirty apron on, out the window like grey poupon pardon me (pardon me)
Lost reach when I gave you arms seems like I been away too long pardon me (pardon me)
The recipe for desire, got base!
The recipe for desire, got base!
[verse 2]
Yo, I got a letter from the government, the other day
I opened it and read it
It said keep your crown on your head or be beheaded
The irony of what they request but nevertheless it’s a drop before breakfast
And it all was kinetic
Both sides movin’ in line blockin’ the signs with me ignorin’ the exit
That became a couple mil’ and a couple duffles in Panama
Long way from me leanin’ over my handlebars
Hoppin’ over Avi fence
With all that I done spent, truth is I literally been flyin’ private since
Privately tryna find a problem that Avi missed
But with these pots I don’t know what a problem is
Made victims off of me bein’ victimized
Bottle of soda on the porch, it was simple times
Bottle of soda, help with raw kept it dignified
Grew an empire off makin’ a brick minimize
Fighting war veterans, know that your law let us in
Residue on the doorknob from soft peddlin’
Brush it off, I give a shout to everyone involved
Takin you up out of it, shots to every one of y’all
The throne is a single chair
And off the arm is more than you could afford
To trigger a finger hair
Sometimes you gotta sneak into the forum on the side
And remind the corner why they put your jersey in the sky
And cook somethin’
[Chorus]
Back home dirty apron on, out the window like grey poupon pardon me (pardon me)
Lost reach when I gave you arms seems like I been away too long pardon me (pardon me)
The recipe for desire, got base!
The recipe for desire, got base!
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