Real Chef

[Intro]
(MCD, shit)
Yeah
(My nigga Johnny got another one)
Yeah
Yeah
(Wooski, I think we got one)
Yeah

[Verse]
Got a real chef cookin' lamb chops in the kitchen
Lookin' at the crib like, "How the fuck I did it?"
Thirty in the game room, thirty for the ceilings
I'm just tryna get more money, less feelings
You done ran though the pape', boy, you really finished
You should get some money 'stead of tryna get some bitches
Had a twenty-year run and I'm still winnin'
Niggas get on songs and talk how I'm livin'
Niggas run off with that bag, get his mama hit
Plain jane presi' and the Cubans, that's my Obama kit
Nigga sneak dissin' on the 'Gram with the drama shit
Stand on a nigga, who the fuck you got a problem with?
Seen him in the club, had a nigga shook
Standin' on the wall, he won't even look
Flashin' that diddly-ass watch like it won't get took
Nigga say he want beef, I know a nigga cook it
Made a dime off promo and twenty off the beans
Shit, they ask how I get it, I get it off the lean
Keep it one thousand, so it's thirty in my jeans
Got your bitch at the condo and she don't wanna leave
Bitch trippin', Mike Amiri with the rips in 'em
Hit a nigga bitch and he broke, shit hit different
Look at my ice in the light, shit hit different
Put a three-five in the 'Wood, shit hit different
I should call this song "Hit Different"
Never whack a nigga the same, every hit different
Rose gold Cuban, it's plain, shit hit different
I ain't that nigga, he a lame, it's a big difference
Big shifter, in the coupe with a big fifty
Yeah, it's racks in the middle, nigga, R.I.P. Nipsey
In your town with that shit, nigga, get with me
Whip so fast, everybody just missed me (Lou Gram)