Presence of Mind (skit highrollers)

[Intro]
My recipe for soul food
Pressure
We cookin'
Listen, yo

[Chorus]
Yeah, the kitchen's always opened so the shop ain't never closed
Got one in the microwave and one on top of the stove
In that hooptie makin' drop offs, when they watchin' keep it low
Got her lookin' like Karrueche, in the kitchen baggin' Snow
If your man's turn informant then you already know
Man that rat gotta go, huh

[Interlude]
Pirate
Listen, Let me talk to em', yo

[Verse 1]
Old school, from when informants got hit
Soon as that corner bent, you could smell the marijuana scent
Them niggas just a sideshow, we the main event
Told my shooter to ride slow and stay behind the tint
Shot up that niggas Tahoe for trying to play the fence
Stretch that nigga like tae bo and set a precedent
Five pounds of pressure, man, that's effortless
We ain't doin' the death threats or text messages
We ain't beefin' on IG Live and all that recklessness
No, we gon' whip em' and strip off that wrist and necklace (Strip that nigga, son)
Then it's triple beam scales and cocaine measurements
See me in that V12 talkin' with dead presidents
I come from dealers and killers that don't leave no evidence
You come from victims and snitches, that's what the difference is
Money over bitches, M-O-B, that's what the business is
Free all my niggas doin' them double digit sentences (Free all my niggas)
We're Tryin' to feed our kids
We all need food, clothin' and shelter in order to live

[Chorus]
Yeah, the kitchen's always opened so my shop's never closed
Kitchen's always open (Son, uh)
Yeah, my kitchen's always opened so the shop's never closed
Got a Brick in the oven, one on top of the stove
In the hooptie makin' drop offs, streets be watchin', keep it low
Got her lookin' like Karrueche, in the kitchen baggin' blow
If your mans turn informer then you already know (You already know)
Man, that rat gotta go

[Verse 2]
You might see me sittin', in the coupe with a chicken
It's mob business so just mind your business
The Gucci denim and that Louis vintage (You see it)
Them hands muddy from that blood money that is printed
We all want a percentage, uh
Cocaine chemist, tryna get some leverage
Mixin' that yola with that soda, but no the beverage (Yo, I'm whippin' that shit right now, my boy)
Tryna find a town with two of my bredrens (One bredren)
They just touched down last night from Kingston
They got ten-thousand pounds they tryna bring in
They know some people at the port, they got some merchant seaman
They 'bout that chicken but them rude boys both are vegan

[Skit: highrollers]
The food touched down tonight, mind you
Someone link ya soon, lick 'em up
Benzes and broads and cocaine injury
Hunnid-dollar bills goin' to the fights
'Cause we ain't had no place to keep it, we couldn't hide it
You, you can't hide two or three-million dollars [?]
You was, he left first, just three times of flyin' first from us
Seems like he had a lot of money, we don't have to sit on, hundred questions, you know?
Where you got the money, what kinda work you do, where you drivin'
I took care of the day-to-day business
And everything else that will with it