Y2Official - Chef

I'm a fucken chef cause I be cooking beats
They so raw other emcees spitting
Like tftt
Shit ain't delicious
I turn a atheist into Christian
I Write on the side like it's a hustle
Bullets all over you like they tryna cuddle
Brothas be chasing bitches only thing they pull is a muscle
They all up in my business
Like what you tryna buy
I'm the best my brotha you better buy that
I'll chop yo head with a sword leave your pride ass on the floor like a homeless
My verses are strong as my bicep
I carry a rapper in a verse
I'm behind your earth like Mars
I Leave a disaster
You tryna fight me bastard
I don't fight a bastard
Cause I got more guns than a patriotic cracker
I don't give fuck if you Jimmy with them pampers
I'm grab the pump or the hammer and then shoot
Till the chamber empties they going here a boom
From the looks kid, you ain't even a crook
You get shook word to p ain't no such thing as halfway crooks
Fuck around and get you manhood took

Written by:
Yahir Palacios

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