Stove God Cooks - John $tarks lyrics

Uh realest shit ever, uh
It felt like that summer, that one summer
Uh, uh, we go, uh

Promised you the moon
Brought back the stars instead
A call collect came from up north
Them boys done scarred his head
I tried to tell you that
This life is not forever
These cocaine endeavors for this cheddar
Come with drastic measures
Titanic diamond iceberg
Shaggy chasing Scooby Doo across my sweater
The Raf Simons Adidas came in vanilla
They like, "Cook$, I never
Know", you never ever, nigga
Have my shooters write my name in cursive
Down the side of your Jetta
Have you climbing to the trunk
He should’ve worn his trunks the way
That boy got wet up
The illest nigga never heard, but whatever
Now I’m ultra lit
This that next dimension paradigm shift
You can’t move out here, you paralyzed
You got a pair of eyes, I’m tripled up
We mix tequila with the simple syrup
If I become a author
My shit gon be called "To Whip a Bird"
Have a book reading sitting 'round the stove
Since you wanna be ‘Pac, grrra, get shot
Die with that ring in your nose
They fooled us with that bling
Bling and that gold you sold your soul
Your record label was leasing that Rolls
I only wear this watch on the jet
This my plane Rollie (Woo)
I’m still balling like James Worthy
(Up three) the early bird snatch the Holy
Spirit out your robe
I’m a cocaine God, you a clone
A pirate copy
Shoot the parrot off your collarbone
Amiri hoodies under gabardine Prada coat
The condo countertops is made of bowling ball
Clocking my tow truck
They wan’ know what I pull in
You know I made that white
Jump like Chris Mullin
Pardon the footprint I left on the brick
A fossil of me is just
A skeleton with Versace print (Woo)
Maybach curtains, no tint, bitch, I’m lit
They running plays out my book
Ain’t that a bitch
My highlight reel is full of wrist-twisting
My shit different
‘89 I would’ve played for the Pistons
You don’t really mean that shit you rhyming
Do you? The rental came packed with
Powder like Ramen noodles
Pentagram diamonds, I do voodoo in the Subaru
The sixes is trip
My young boy said when he empty the clip
He feel a rush like a
Blitz through the 2-hole
I just flew my thick bitch out for lipo’
777 on the FICO
You know what’s more important than throwing
Money in the strip club? A bright soul
I been hot since we was watching Monday Nitro
Chopper make you cabbage patch
I water whip a cyclone
I go psycho with the white flow
Your favorite rapper tell me that I’m nice
Cook