At the Cookout

Okay, let's go What you do now? Ay, let's go up What you do now? What you do now? Come on Let's take it way back Come on Let's take it way back Come on Let's take it way back Come on Let's take it way back So, when I pull up to the function it's nothing Bunch of niggas used to hate me Tryna bargain like it's up for discussion Opportunists spot the movement out the darkest of dungeons Empty-handed, tryna offer me somethin' Reservations accompany celebrations I'm patient through the occasion They fakin' to put a crack in the system like Ronald Reagan Your mission to see the method My mission to take thе edges Permission to pree thе numbers I'm fixing to shake the ledger Tell 'em, "Hey now, what you say now?" Niggas tripping? We gon' get 'em out the way now Always knew I never been the one to play 'round Back when I was pimp slappin' niggas on the playground Put 'em in a coffin, they talkin' like this is they town Niggas chest thumpin' like vision is somethin' they found Don't get to shootin' the messenger, when the message is pure King's Gambit when I step in the door In the party like, boom, step, who's next? Give 'em somethin' that can rattle the dome We in the party like, boom, step, who's next? Competition wanna saddle the flow Keep it a hundred on the outside, inside Niggas wanna stop Posted in the back of the jam You see, the flow is fuckin' flawless A fallacy, if I'm fallin' Know perfection like the back of my hand We in the party like, boom, step, who's next? Give 'em somethin' that can rattle the dome We in the party like, boom, step, who's next? Competition wanna saddle the flow Keep it a hundred on the outside, inside Niggas wanna stop Posted in the back of the jam You see, the flow is fuckin' flawless A fallacy, if I'm fallin' Know perfection like the back of my hand Everybody go! (Boom, step, who's next?) Give 'em somethin' that can rattle the dome We in the party like (boom, step, who's next?) Competition wanna saddle the flow Keep it a hundred on the outside, inside Niggas wanna stop Posted in the back of the jam You see the flow is fuckin' perfect, they told me it wasn't worth it Instead of settle for lesser, I settled into my purpose I'm better than overworkin' for someone else's progression I'm over makin' amends for the sake of makin' impressions And conversatin' with niggas crusading for wavin' weapons It pays to have the people pay attention In the party like (boom, step, who's next?) Give 'em somethin' that can rattle the dome We in the party like (boom, step, who's next?) Competition wanna saddle the flow Keep it a hundred on the outside, inside Niggas wanna stop Posted in the back of the jam You see, the flow is fuckin' flawless Fallacy, if I'm fallin' Know perfection like, the back of my hand