Stove God Cooks - Black Butter lyrics

We was in the kitchen Friday nights (We was)
How you know that Wock' real?
It got that lean bite (I can taste it)
I'll introduce you to this ki' life (I will)
But, it's gon' cost you thirty-three
(It's gon' cost you thirty-three)
Bus told me it's all about the timing
(What's good, big homie?)
Our Rollies just was set different
But I promise both our second hands been
Sweepin' 'round them diamonds
I'm on an eight-figure check mission, bitch
Listen (Listen)
I feel like they ain't even
Playin' D on niggas (They not)
I been in that Dior
Spillin' Ace all on my Christian (We good)
Mashallah when I'm up in my proper spot
That's up there with the Kendricks
And the Drizzys, the Jiggas, the Nases
Truthfully, I wantеd to rhyme
Like Common Sensе (I did)
But then I climbed my way to a brick
(Haha, I did) daddy daughter day
My baby draggin' her chinchilla
Out the drop 6 (Woo)
You niggas not this (You niggas not this)
Baking soda, ice what you lock with
(What you cook with)
Feel like you be dyin' in slow motion
But got shot quick (Bap, bap, bap)
They say he lived, I'm like
"How? He got that work"
They said they shot him out his shirt
Watched his body do the j
Murder is a tough thing to digest
It's a slow process
And I got the patience of a Buddhist
Ridin' with my shooters
In the corner store, like, "Yo, Abdullah
Ain't no alkaline water up in this cooler?"
God is a computer