Cookin'

I remember when we used to hit the RiverGate Mall

We ain't even had no pesos we was still tryna ball

Hit my homie with the alley oop, shots fall

Now we in the kitchen cookin' with the wrist wrist, nevermind

Treat it like a game it was never hard to find

In the food court, quick to pull up on a dime

Where you from, what's your name

Can I have yo number I'ma do the same

Automatic with the bate

We was cookin' now we owed somethin'

Insane just to think

All the hearts that we broke for nothin'

All the tears all the pain

Some stuff ain't worth discussin'

Yeah we young and we dumb

But some of us never grow up

Now we off to the races

Triple-X done raised us

Hundred-thousand faces

None of them ever measure up

We just scroll to the next

Break it off in texts

Leave the next with a mess

Set a [?] (wrist, wrist)

What you doin'

Cookin', cookin' up

Cookin', cookin' up (where you been homie?)

Cookin', cookin' up

Cookin', cookin' up

'93, I was out here cookin' like I had the key

Woe is me, way before the bae was jumpin' shoot the three

Don't believe? Alpha and omega put that on a G

I might mess around and get to flossin' up in Applebees

2 for 20 I could see the game clear 20/20

If you're hearing rumors 'bout me

Don't just spread them bring 'em to me

2 or 3 might be true

I just brace for the news

Nothin' else I can do (young man don't lose yourself)

Uh, I remember way back when

I was like 10 with my accent

Wasn't in the trap I was in the flash

Little jet on my back then

Started learnin' how to mack when

Saw the old ones do it

I was so into it not the only student in the building

We were building home improvement and my single unit

Wasn't whippin' in the kitchen

But me and shorty we was with it

I was handlin' some business

But now I'm asking for forgiveness

'Cause I'm deep up in the trenches

I see a better way of livin'

'Nother way to get in love one woman

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Ain't got time to play around I fidget for real

If anybody wanna know

We love each other when the mic low

And we don't do it for the show

So stop singing out life goals

Yeah, and I'd rather love one woman then a hundred though

That's one woman when the fun is high

And one woman when the Sun is low

Look, I done broke a lot'a hearts and mine broke and fell apart

Put it together like art

Only had it broke yet again in the car

What they teachin' you is false

How you thinkin' that you small, homie you should start

Don't play now play your part

Go back in the kitchen whip another bar for real

Cookin', cookin' up

Cookin', cookin' up (where you been homie?)

Cookin', cookin' up

Cookin', cookin' up