Jose Canseco (feat. Stove God Cooks)

Ayo, the marvelous, the gorgeous Twin Porsches, the exalted The archer, Prada parka with the shotgun Every time the wind blow, I wanna pop somethin' You never shot nothin', imagine my vision I had the Lindenfelds tinted, Pérignon washin' my Hells Chicken Over stoves, ambitions I'm from the same streets as bust-a-brick Nick and this wrist ridiculous 15 hundred on them kicks and them shits feo Cocaine mayo jar, Jose Canseco Jose Canseco Jose Canseco Jose Canseco Jose Canseco Born a god, rockin' Human Made Double up to a Geiger Sharpshooter aim, my third house in my cougar name My lil' niggas still shoot for fame Moms don't work, pops skated You don't know the pain Heron Preston rain jumper, don't know the rain What we do for stain, Pyrex souvenirs, maneuver 'caine Kerry James in the dope spot Handed purple tops out the door knob In a Tesla swervin' Talkin' to my man, he said the last batch that came in was worthless I told him, nah, when it cook like that is just a bit of a burden Just drop the price a couple points and keep servin' Red velvet Louis jacket, I'm Ron Burgundy See the heat comin' off the hundreds, the money burnin' These labels still jerkin' I heard your deal came with a hundred thousand and some Jergens These fake boss niggas is really workers I follow the bricks, I seen the wizard behind the curtain They talk big 'till we catch 'em in person They talk big 'till we shoot they Suburban Me and Emeril Lagasse should be the next Verzuz Two stoves side by side, I bet I work him I turned my granddaddy church parkin' lot into a Church's Chicken Take the brains out, let the head hand like Mr. Perfect's shit They owe some streaming money, but I ain't hurtin' I told my young nigga how much, he said, I woulda murked 'em Big homie fresh home drinkin' coffee out the Keurig A 144 months ain't break his spirit He jumped back in, I told him it's different, I tried to prepare him He good, he a old, brave nigga, he Hank Aaron Forgiatos on the McLaren Young, rich, and arrogant, is you hearin' this Over the stove, bangin' Pray for Paris I think the UFOs dropped the top blocks on the pyramids There's a method to the madness, everything is mapped You know you kill the foundation, everything collapse Everything is stamped, everything is wrapped If the feds ask you 'bout me, tell 'em everything is cap Jose Canseco Jose Canseco This that up three, Burton state flow Jose Canseco Young nigga out the GT with the Draco Jose Canseco For them to think that they could be in the same ring with me is Wow, you know that, unbelievable Don't put words in my mouth, man, I can handle myself out here Yeah, but I won't, no, no, no That's a shoot, brother, that is one thousand percent, yeah 'Cause the time has come