Cookup - Wale, Stalley, Black Cobain

I done came too far to regard me as the regular

God gave me the flow, Vuitton helped me accessorize

Straight off the block with it stepping out that Chevrolet

Cooking up over base

Move like I’m walking with an open case

Pockets swoll like I just cracked a safe

Hear these critics talking now, when I see’em open face

Lot of tough talk personas, they ain’t really built for war

Billy-club chainsaw, I’m coming through their front door

They playing with my hustle now, trying to shake my pockets down

My tent say hold your head, don’t let lames bring you down

All I see is don’t change, don’t switch up your style

I’m sending one warning shot then I’m taking buildings down

MMG in the building now, these words we building out

What we hurting feelings now?

They say they want us underground

I’m just bringing ITM mainstream, ain’t that what we started for?

To get ourselves up out that dream, no I’s in team

But everybody’s self-made carved their own names

And we did it our way, Blue Collar Gang all day

Until my flesh hardened so pardon

What you might’ve thought the vision still clear

Different chef, same pot bruh, not Guyanese but.

I got that cook-up cook-up (Hah-Hah)

I got that cook-up cook-up (Hah-Hah)

I said believe in your dreams

We self-made but never is an I on the team

I got that cook-up cook-up (Hah-Hah)

I got that cook-up cook-up (Hah-Hah)

Board of administration, yeah we here to stay

Checkerd flag, DMV BOA

Enemy of the state and their will is overrated

So many mouths to feed, my intuition I made it

Keep safe, don’t keep it a secret, shout out to Vicky

You know when I stroke I’m telling my nigga Slicky

Checkmate, at y’all pace y’all must got a lean diet

Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets

School of the hard knocks with some British knights

How I go from that to Cabernet on first-class flights?

Yeah, did you believe us?

You a pessimist

Now these bitches hit a nigga’s phone for some S&M

They rooting for me, they say a nigga buzzing

Cause when I win this shit free they think I’m Oprah’s cousin

Win free, I don’t think y’all get me

If you keep running your mouth that’s where my dick’ll be

Keanu Reeves, they tell me I’m the one

Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun

I got that cook-up cook-up (Hah-Hah)

I got that cook-up cook-up (Hah-Hah)

I said believe in your dreams

We self-made but never is an I on the team

I got that cook-up cook-up (Hah-Hah)

I got that cook-up cook-up (Hah-Hah)

Board of administration, yeah we here to stay

Checkerd flag, DMV BOA

Straight up fuck all y’all nigga’s talking about that nigga changed shit

As my name get bigger this game get different

Hip-hop for life and fellatio from the wife of anybody who don’t like it

Wale bitch!

To regard me as the regular, God gave me the flow but Vuitton helped me

accessorize

Self-awarding, negligence of the less important

And trying to fuck with the flow is like trying to fuck a Mormon

Bitch my message is morbid so my bars is fat

And your problems is little when your bras is fat

Ferragamo im lighting and a nigga card swiping

Abroad flying and bar buying from broad writing

I ain’t tripping, nigga’s say that I’m pessimistic

But since Whitley Gilbert and Jada Pinkett my world been different

These hoes thuggin, these nigga’s bitches don’t know the difference

Nigga’s ain’t family guys, these nigga’s cold simpsons

Yellow bellies, im LOL’n smoking arrello

Over Patron with Michael Kaj, Rich and Meneli

Let my bitch in the club, got your bitch in the telly

Now that bitch in my Jag, think I’m Tony Boselli

And when money is plenty, a lot of nigga’s is friendly

But I’m a grown-ass man, you nigga’s is telly

Uh, kid shit, BOA shit nigga deal wit it

I got that cook-up cook-up (Hah-Hah)

I got that cook-up cook-up (Hah-Hah)

I said believe in your dreams

We self-made but never is an I on the team

I got that cook-up cook-up (Hah-Hah)

I got that cook-up cook-up (Hah-Hah)

Board of administration, yeah we here to stay

Checkerd flag, DMV BOA