Chefwithdaleft - Talking In Cursive (feat. The Black Ace) Lyrics

Talking in cursive, I'm rolling, I'm twisting
You know to play heavy when I'm in the kitchen
Know a few ladies wanna learn some of my pimpin
Baller, shot collar, they wantin' my daughter
My aim is different, I reach for the rappers On top of the building
I feel like I'm Spidey
So many people want to copy my flow Either way, nigga, girl, they can't do this shit like me

Stay on a mission to piss on the diamonds and charms That glisten, I'm keepin' it icy
I remember takin' grit out of school bumpin Shy Glizzy and that new Dirty Sprite
Now I'm the one lettin' gems drop
Gotta take it to the tip-top
A lot of fools with the different rap flows But we bringin' it right back to hip-hop

Want the land and the perfect weather Could give a f*ck about your wristwatch
They might wanna see the playback Of me makin' this when this drop
Shittin' on them and I got the key I can really f*ck up your pit stop
The main joint got the googly eyes And she fantasizin' bout the lip lock

I don't know too many rap niggas That really know how to move a crowd
Walls closin, I'm head first It's a special drop like the birth canal
Wait a minute, chef, you f*ckin' wild With the punchlines, you on a thousand
Amazon like the wish list She click, click, then she get the browsing

I'm the best, nigga, it's the chef, nigga And the aim is the scope like the left trigger
Hit the left hand like the butterfly And bring more legs than the caterpillar
I'm too high for the wifi With a three-piece dinner from Popeye
So clever they called me a wise guy With the colorful words like tie-dye

Do the rag with the shades on, got a Nigga feelin' like Fly Guy
Bad bitch in her early 40s wear her ass out, ooh, my, my
I heard your album, it was easy access And microwave like a pot pie
Shrimp and butter on the skyline And all this shit is on my time

Me and Claire, it's high fine dine One pick to f*ck up the timeline
We make a plan, then we make a win And they commentatin' from the sideline
Provide what the gang listen to Many can't really pick and choose
That real shit, call it a spade a spade
That's why it's Black Ace, I slid to

I'm with the chef, so you best let me cook Levelin' up, they ain't know what it took
Drove on this route cause I needed an out I'm the man in the mill, don't care about the look
This is the story of somethin' different So black and so glorious
Little vintage, I guess I employ ya Venture out, then I flash my employ I'm loyal, you foyer It's the difference between who wants it more
I sit at the corner, I'm up in the score, up in the scope
Me and the villain can never be close Feelin' like Denny, like Phantom, I ghost
You on your reggie, we know that you choke I'm barely up and they callin' me woke

Socks on the beat, I'm just lettin' it soak Me want speakers to rock, so I'm payin' in full
Ain't no bleacher report I got captive for sure, for sure
She want a wedding room I clean up, but my heart's in the waiting room
All my fears take a similar route I think that I want it, I get it, no doubt

They peepin' I'm raw, that's what in the south I'm peepin' they loyal, that's what in my mouth
What am I? Ace
I like your smile, now she's sweeter than jelly Give me the spice like she wrap it in deli
Beautiful face and it came with the kicks Man, you see my dilemma, I'm rappin' like Nelly

Look at me ma, I ain't catchin' no break But I got a feelin' that's just what it takes
Burnin' a bag when I feel so sad I vibe like my dad, I dig in the crates
Got me a style, they say I got taste They know I'm the man, you f*ckin' with Ace
All of my people feel clean on my whip Now we knockin' this shit, you can call us a bass

One, I'ma leave at one I'ma be that one
We gon' see that one Know it's me, that one