The Cook Up

(Why hungry arms?) It's The Cook Up

(Why the hungry arms give me all the love I need?)Let's go

Yeah

Simpson, yeah

Yo, yo (Why?)

I was just a young fella when I saw the older dudes

Gettin' money on the block with softball knots

Pitchin' to the hitters, names got bigger

Till the lady on the corner hit the cops

Lights on, the roaches scatter

I don't walk the path of your ordinary rapper

I'm loadin' up the clapper, lookin' dapper

Rings on my bitch slappers

Snow season in your crib with my Nikes on

Why sacrifice when I can sacrifice you

Like the rat you are? Amongst pythons

I'm cold-blooded, Robin Hood style

My dawg, Chance, hit a lick and had the whole crew flooded

Top brass, bring it to any weight class

Wild and fearless, schemin' whoever should break bad

Watch me operate, like a Wayne State grab

With the cook up, straight from the lab

It's the cook up

It's the cook up

It's the cook up

It's the cook up

Yo, I was just a young man when I saw the smokin' bitches

Gettin' money off the twat, with golf ball knots

Rollin' with the swingers, pockets got greener

Till the lady on the corner called the cops

Lights on, the roaches scatter

My peoples known to bring it to the places where you gather

No regard for stature, they'll get at ya

Rings on my chin tappers

Summer season in your crib with my Nikes on

I'm past the hype, so whatever I do

It's a fact, I starred amongst icons

You don't cut it, I fathered your style, you ain't advanced

With the shit, and now you know who run it

My style, bringin' it till we rake cash

Crowd is fearless, meanin' whoever we make mad

Can watch me operate like a U of D grad

With the cook up, straight from the lab

It's the cook up

It's the cook up

It's the cook up

It's the cook up

That cook up