(Master Chef) Yeah
Had an epiphany
Ain't cost me 20 at Tiffany's
They sent for me
Universe solvin' whatever it get for me
(It's history)
Birdies be callin' together in symphony
And it get to me
(Yall need empathy)
Look, I need to own shit
I been plottin' on my own shit
I been growin' all my own shit
In case a nigga leave me lone, shit I
Had an epiphany
Ain't cost me 20 at Tiffany's
They sent for me
Universe solvin' whatever it get for me
I been livin' so wrong
I wasn't thinkin' about yall
Fuck ya bitch, and then some
Stackin' money 'til it's long
I should've saw how you feelin'
Hatin' on me 'cause I'm winnin'
Ya pussy need penicillin
Don't feed you niggas, you gremlins
Yeah, yeah
I been goin' so much harder than that
Got Dom in the pen, Code Red in the pen
My pen to paper goin' farther than rap
Need a vacay, but my mama rent
So it's everyday 'til my mama rich
Get it any way, bet a lot of it stick
Don't give a fuck what you think about it
Sleep great, take a lot of risks
And I smoke good, take a lot of shits
Got the pot to piss, shit what more did I miss
I don't even care what you think about me
Growin' up, yeah definitive
Bitch you know I'm good, that's what winning is
In ya own hood with the twenty twens, I
Had an epiphany
Ain't cost me 20 at Tiffany's
They sent for me
Bitch you ain't notice, I don't need no sympathy
Bet y'all ain't notice
I show my opponent ain't really up in the street
Niggas industry plants
We ain't feelin' that shit, advance
Had an epiphany
Ain't cost me 20 at Tiffany's
They sent for me
Universe solvin' whatever it get for me
(It's history)
Birdies be callin' together in symphony
And it get to me
(Yall need empathy)
Look, I need to own shit
I been plottin' on my own shit
I been growin' all my own shit
In case a nigga leave me lone, shit I
Had an epiphany
Ain't cost me 20 at Tiffany's
They sent for me
Universe solvin' whatever it get for me