Divine the Chef - Cold Intro

(Welcome to the greatest show on Earth)
(I get it, I get it, I get it)
(I got it, ok)
$35 bus fare, I took, 5 xans to get here
I'm right next to God hair
I just, popped my damn ear
Show me your favorite rappers
I'm takin off tops like Nair
Hit stick like Lawrence Taylor
Damn near end his career
Shoot at low hanging fruit
Baby come taste my pair
I Funneled cake in your pockets like the fuckin' state fair
Funnel and cake in my spliff, yeah I'm stick right
(Right here)
Ferg bought the X3
I want the X6 (Let's get it)
I sip on demon piss
Grab grabba for my spliff (My spliff)
On X I gnash my teeth (My teeth)
I show my ass and meat (My beef)
Coconut, lemon grass
Hibiscus and some honey tea
Tear his meniscus straight out his knee
The boy try to walk off on me
Mookie Betts, without the jets
A'int nun but a nigga to me
And I get it, you probably thought you could test your luck
Today's not the day, my boy, I mean some people really do drugs
And I'm some people on Fridays, I drink pink n I roll up
Big ass pill got a nigga stuck (Stuck)
Fuck on that b*tch n then we lay up (Fuck on that)
Fuck on that b*tch n then we lay up (Fuck on that, fuck on that)
Fuck on that b*tch n then we lay up
(My bad, I got it)
JJ Watt off the snap
I text off yellow apps
I just got three sacks
You can't use it in court a law
I'm distant, now I'm involved
RP size of poke-balls
I do it, won't prove to y'all
I leave her, like every fall
Whenever the weather calls
Whenever I need to evolve
Pill Murray to keep my ass calm
And grounded like electric rods
Fuck hoes heads up like Flexi-rods
I took acid and I met God
He dealt me 3 Ace cards
And I get it!
I saw you couldn't deal wit' it
So you paid the off the dealer to make sure niggas couldn't get it
(Uh-huh)
I mean, and I get it
Moved to a new state, no visits
I couldn't pick up my pivot
I had to travel to get it
I'm sorry that I went missing
(My bad)

Written by:
R. Nelson

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