Chef ’94

[Sample]
Figured out I went the wrong route
So I got with a sick tight clique & went all out

[Verse]
Ok I wake up with the kush taste still in my mouth
I step outside all the neighbors still smelling the ounce
My dollar amount
So heavy dog you can’t even count
Oh I’m a bum? Keep it in mind when I’m running yo mouth
Wasn’t bred into a gangsta but I gotta handle mine
The seven ain’t scared of eight because his cousin carry nines
In the jungle with the apes, snakes, cats and the rats
Eating grapes with the pound of trees rolling on my lap
I’m a king homie, the crown was made before birth
And this ring homie, I show the word you gotta skrrt
If the meek shall inherit the earth
I should be covered in dirt
I need the son and I ain’t talking McGirt
Same shit just a different toilet, that’s why I got em pissed
Three years in this shit and they still ain't pulled as nice as this
So these niggas took the wrong route
And then you ran into my sick ass clique and we went all out

[Sample]
Figured out I went the wrong route
So I got with a sick tight clique & went all out