King Jay Cookin
Told ma gang tha I'll be
cooking a hit
U can find in the kitchen if
u come to ma crib
We cook it all night till
the day we'll die
K2 pass tha souce make it
tasty yhoo ey
We just did it with no
favours
Contin figures on a table
Cookin a hit with no
flavours I
feel like a chef when I'm
cooking this shiii yeah
Hard bars for the fam yeah
Hot tracks for the gang yeah
Making money for a self rise
Man we cooking a hit the we
sell it
If is not abt the money
forget it
I've been working hard just
to get this shit
Me n ma gang we lit
We trynna make make it in
the game Just get it
I'm so epidemic spreading
through the city now they
getting sick of the boy
They can't handle the boy
all they do is hate man
U can find me in the kitchen
Writing lyrics like a recipe
get it
I just wanna be an Oprah
Making Money like a dealer U
know bruh
I just wanna go over sea's
N find my self living abroad
yeah
They should be shoutin my
name
N ask otographs coz i am the
best yeah
I'm taking over u should
watch out
Step by step I'm gettin
there
Oh yeah
I am the best
Who can do better I'm making
killing
I'm cookin a hit now they
listenin
I'm doin ma best now they
hatin me
I got juice and the
Hennessey and
I got the piff in the
building
U can find me in the kitchen
God is my light in the
darkness(hallelujah)
I told ma haters imma make
it thou
N i am the man of my words
I take my time n i don't
impress
Im that nigga with that
attitude
I was born the best n
magnified
Jay be the name I'm killing
it
Cookin a hit a nee more
spice
I just nee water to cool me
down
I'm running the streets like
caster siminya
I'm heading to the top n
sippin that lin
I'm running the game ma
nigga I'm in
Buh all this haters wanna
see me down
All this niggas just fakin
I don't see nobody real here
I legaly protect my music
Hence a nigga tryna ruin it
They don't like it when i
spit barz, rhymes
They scared i can take their
movement
They don't wanna see me
shine
They wanna see a nigga
suffering
Lord protect me from this
life
There's full of evil n lies
in it
Young nigga doin the most
I'm lyrically gifted
Ma niggas they know
Who can do better than us
We makin a killin n cookin a
hit
Me n my gang we on
Chasin the paper in
different locations
Money4 yeah I want the paper
n some honies
I'll be cookin in the
kitchen man
They wanna taste Give em
full plate
I know they'll be asking for
more
Especially my haters to
check salt
When they come to ma crib
they here for observation
So i gotta put more more
effort n do this shit
So i gotta feed em in the
mornin
Afternoon and evening
The baddest in the kitchen
where u from
U feeding em niggas u hella
dope
I just do what I do
N I'm doin the most
We just wanna hve a good
time
Sipping and eatin till we
die
Ma haters are praying for my
downfall
They don't wanna see shine
Told ma gang tha I'll be
cooking a hit
U can find in the kitchen if
u come to ma crib
We cook it all night till
the day we'll die
K2 pass tha souce make it
tasty yhoo ey