BashfortheWorld - Cookout

Aye & my patna told me just get out ya feelings
Count bread come slide to the cook out
It ain't even no problem you ain't gotta worry my brother gon look out
& sometimes you gotta slow shit down and just take a look around
It ain't even that bad
Put in too much work
I had to get in my bag
With a T on the hat and a P in the ride
I never lied held it down when they wasn't committed
I rode the whip with the drugs that's illicit
We never lack when it's time to go get it
Big business
Man I can't live life like a tenant
I fuck the world till my pockets get pregnant
Sliding south thru the north with my license suspended
On six-thirty-five where the windows get tinted
& these niggas is cancerous
Get the fuck from round me nigga
Don't even try to come round & drain my energy
M.O.B. till the death of me
Back then you wasn't there for me
Now you tryna come round get help from me
On the east of the border
You know the Migo get the revenue
I do more than leave pots with the residue
I can grant out the O.G.s a life that they never knew
I been running my racks and I keep em ahead of you You been stuck in your place
I been doin my thing
Please don't act like you never knew
Aye & my patna told me just get out ya feelings
Count bread come slide to the cook out
It ain't even no problem you ain't gotta worry my brother gon look out
& sometimes you gotta slow shit down and just take a look around
It ain't even that bad
Put in too much work
I had to get in my bag
With a T on the hat and a P in the ride
I never lied held it down when they wasn't committed
I rode the whip with the drugs that's illicit
We never lack when it's time to go get it
Big business
Man I can't live life like a tenant
I fuck the world till my pockets get pregnant
Sliding south thru the north with my license suspended

Written by:
Sebastian Martell

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