[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ye-yeah
Cookin Soul
Yeah

[Verse 1]
Hella blessings, purging presents, via mane frame
I frame them outside so I could maintain
Every few days a new tag, never the same strain
AP known to bump some blue thai box and remain strange
I payed attention to critics, how they convey names
The same game played out for years is just a different look
Keep the pedal bikes on push, crazy moves made ambush
Off the cake or zombie kush, shit was written like a book
Gaining wisdom while I'm spliffing with a crook
'Cause I ain't judging by it's cover, Caribbean man like me
Trying teaching son another way to get it
Till we up and fly-stepping in a big jeep
Rather chase my dreams than feel regret when I'm six feet
The cleanliness every line he wrote, he like a neat freak
Heard his next to Godliness so obvious I keeps sheet
GP, hear my beats bang down on these streets
EM bandana, white flagging on some peace treat

[Chorus]
For all my brothers in the hustle tryna flip shit
Who fell in love with the music, got addicted
Who get this trip before their people get evicted
Who ain't complain and made it happen, made the script flip
Who ain't complain and made it happen, seen the script flip
Who get this trip before their people get evicted
Who fell in love with the music, got addicted
For all my brothers in the hustle tryna flip shit
[Verse 2]
Yo, they love Miyagi music, heard they keep this shit on repeat
No matter what the vibe is
Said what known to keep that shit timeless
Like cartel, can't tell if it's banter if a n***a say he fuckin' with the pen game
'Cause, I've been flowing mad since Joey Bad' was smoking chem strains
And Snoop had his hair palmed, I could let the flares burn
But times change
Wake up, playing vinyl, clean my house, and burning Ice age
CBD boss with the sauce in the roses
So rhyme while we posing, emotions over R&B music
And voting while we spirit invoking
Subconsciously, feel like I can run the world, honestly
Poetry is deeper than connections to the elements
Blood type red like when people in tribe settlements
Gas made it dense, smell the scent and change the sentiment
Spiritual warfare, in love when the lord near
Knowledge is all there, the crosshairs

[Chorus]
For all my brothers in the hustle tryna flip shit
Who fell in love with the music, got addicted
Who get this trip before their people get evicted
Who ain't complain and made it happen, made the script flip
Who ain't complain and made it happen, seen the script flip
Who get this trip before their people get evicted
Who fell in love with the music, got addicted
For all my brothers in the hustle tryna flip shit