My voice a little gone and shit
Yeah
We gon work thru it
Bitch I cook up
Yeah, I cook up
In the basement
You know what I'm chasing
Yeah, I cook up
Yeah, I cook up
I can't waste my time baby
So I cook up
Yeah
See me whip the wrist when I spit
See me whip the wrist when I cook up
Steady in the cut like a butcher
I be in the kitchen writing hooks up
My mama acting new
I don't f*ck with school
They acting weird around me
Now they think I'm crazy too
Cause my dreams be out this world
Bitch, I'm Mars I thought you knew
My dreams be out this world
Bitch, I'm Mars I thought you knew
Sometimes I wonder if they true
I cannot be chilling baby
I got shit to do
Know you see me work
I know you see my work
Baby always tripping
She don't think I see her worth
Yeah
It ain't nothing new
I do this for the kids that are just like me
Tryna get a mil while they're in their teens
I'm tryna keep it real
I just want the green
Yeah
Listen closely
I say,
You just can't stop me
I'm forever climbing
Niggas want my work
And you wanna know why lil bitch
It's cause
Bitch I cook up
Yeah, I cook up
In the basement
You know what I'm chasing
Yeah, I cook up
Yeah, I cook up
I can't waste my time baby
So I cook up
Yeah
See me whip the wrist when I spit
See me whip the wrist when I cook up
Steady in the cut like a butcher
I be in the kitchen writing hooks up
They say flaunt it if you got it
Somethings I'd rather keep private
I get my money in silence
This counting is getting hypnotic
This cash going in circles
This gas I'm blowing is purple
If they switching on you
I bet they ass never deserved you
What the move is
Tell me what the move is
If you wanna play the games
I've got scars to prove that
This ain't really nothing new
This ain't nothing to me
My heart made of ice
Cause these hoes did me the rudest
Head made of stone
Cause I'm hardheaded to the bone
You ain't chasing dreams dawg
What type of shit you on
I can't really get along
With no hoe nigga
They ain't really showing love
To no broke nigga
Homie, rack a band up
Yeah
Then rack another band up
Yeah
My flow on freeze
Like they told me put my hands up
They wishing me the worst
I wish a hater would just man up
It's Mars, bitch
Bitch I cook up
Yeah, I cook up
In the basement
You know what I'm chasing
Yeah, I cook up
Yeah, I cook up
I can't waste my time baby
So I cook up
Yeah
See me whip the wrist when I spit
See me whip the wrist when I cook up
Steady in the cut like a butcher
I be in the kitchen writing hooks up
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My voice a little gone and shit
Yeah
We gon work thru it
Bitch I cook up
Yeah, I cook up
In the basement
You know what I'm chasing
Yeah, I cook up
Yeah, I cook up
I can't waste my time baby
So I cook up
Yeah
See me whip the wrist when I spit
See me whip the wrist when I cook up
Steady in the cut like a butcher
I be in the kitchen writing hooks up
My mama acting new
I don't f*ck with school
They acting weird around me
Now they think I'm crazy too
Cause my dreams be out this world
Bitch, I'm Mars I thought you knew
My dreams be out this world
Bitch, I'm Mars I thought you knew
Sometimes I wonder if they true
I cannot be chilling baby
I got shit to do
Know you see me work
I know you see my work
Baby always tripping
She don't think I see her worth
Yeah
It ain't nothing new
I do this for the kids that are just like me
Tryna get a mil while they're in their teens
I'm tryna keep it real
I just want the green
Yeah
Listen closely
I say,
You just can't stop me
I'm forever climbing
Niggas want my work
And you wanna know why lil bitch
It's cause
Bitch I cook up
Yeah, I cook up
In the basement
You know what I'm chasing
Yeah, I cook up
Yeah, I cook up
I can't waste my time baby
So I cook up
Yeah
See me whip the wrist when I spit
See me whip the wrist when I cook up
Steady in the cut like a butcher
I be in the kitchen writing hooks up
They say flaunt it if you got it
Somethings I'd rather keep private
I get my money in silence
This counting is getting hypnotic
This cash going in circles
This gas I'm blowing is purple
If they switching on you
I bet they ass never deserved you
What the move is
Tell me what the move is
If you wanna play the games
I've got scars to prove that
This ain't really nothing new
This ain't nothing to me
My heart made of ice
Cause these hoes did me the rudest
Head made of stone
Cause I'm hardheaded to the bone
You ain't chasing dreams dawg
What type of shit you on
I can't really get along
With no hoe nigga
They ain't really showing love
To no broke nigga
Homie, rack a band up
Yeah
Then rack another band up
Yeah
My flow on freeze
Like they told me put my hands up
They wishing me the worst
I wish a hater would just man up
It's Mars, bitch
Bitch I cook up
Yeah, I cook up
In the basement
You know what I'm chasing
Yeah, I cook up
Yeah, I cook up
I can't waste my time baby
So I cook up
Yeah
See me whip the wrist when I spit
See me whip the wrist when I cook up
Steady in the cut like a butcher
I be in the kitchen writing hooks up
Yeah
We gon work thru it
Bitch I cook up
Yeah, I cook up
In the basement
You know what I'm chasing
Yeah, I cook up
Yeah, I cook up
I can't waste my time baby
So I cook up
Yeah
See me whip the wrist when I spit
See me whip the wrist when I cook up
Steady in the cut like a butcher
I be in the kitchen writing hooks up
My mama acting new
I don't f*ck with school
They acting weird around me
Now they think I'm crazy too
Cause my dreams be out this world
Bitch, I'm Mars I thought you knew
My dreams be out this world
Bitch, I'm Mars I thought you knew
Sometimes I wonder if they true
I cannot be chilling baby
I got shit to do
Know you see me work
I know you see my work
Baby always tripping
She don't think I see her worth
Yeah
It ain't nothing new
I do this for the kids that are just like me
Tryna get a mil while they're in their teens
I'm tryna keep it real
I just want the green
Yeah
Listen closely
I say,
You just can't stop me
I'm forever climbing
Niggas want my work
And you wanna know why lil bitch
It's cause
Bitch I cook up
Yeah, I cook up
In the basement
You know what I'm chasing
Yeah, I cook up
Yeah, I cook up
I can't waste my time baby
So I cook up
Yeah
See me whip the wrist when I spit
See me whip the wrist when I cook up
Steady in the cut like a butcher
I be in the kitchen writing hooks up
They say flaunt it if you got it
Somethings I'd rather keep private
I get my money in silence
This counting is getting hypnotic
This cash going in circles
This gas I'm blowing is purple
If they switching on you
I bet they ass never deserved you
What the move is
Tell me what the move is
If you wanna play the games
I've got scars to prove that
This ain't really nothing new
This ain't nothing to me
My heart made of ice
Cause these hoes did me the rudest
Head made of stone
Cause I'm hardheaded to the bone
You ain't chasing dreams dawg
What type of shit you on
I can't really get along
With no hoe nigga
They ain't really showing love
To no broke nigga
Homie, rack a band up
Yeah
Then rack another band up
Yeah
My flow on freeze
Like they told me put my hands up
They wishing me the worst
I wish a hater would just man up
It's Mars, bitch
Bitch I cook up
Yeah, I cook up
In the basement
You know what I'm chasing
Yeah, I cook up
Yeah, I cook up
I can't waste my time baby
So I cook up
Yeah
See me whip the wrist when I spit
See me whip the wrist when I cook up
Steady in the cut like a butcher
I be in the kitchen writing hooks up
Writer: Angel Marte
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