cooksters - no flower. (feat. Patrick Carter) Lyrics

Cooksters back at your spot, get to running pussy!
We don't need a f*cking label, self-funded pussy!
Put it on the westside, got a gun for em'
Put the link to this song under every forum
Cookin', cookin' we back in the Kitch', pussy!
Pushin', pushin' P on a bitch, pussy!
Pushin', push my D' in ya bitch! Pussy!
Suki, suki, listen to this track, bitch!
Yeah, we back again!
Bitch, what's hannenin'?
We go platinum
To the maximum
Feel the force, bitch!
Call me Anakin
Sun the only limit, feel the rays, Addison!
Dick hangin' yeah the dick slangin' for the next payment
Sick ain't it? Yeah, it's sick ain't it? How the dick aimin'
Big fragrance, smell the big fragrance, see the boys reign in'
Surveillance couldn't catch us, Cammy said it way back!
Way back!
Way back!
Way back! (Someone tell em' that we here to stay, bitch!)
Way back!
Cooksters round' the corner, know that we could never D-I...
Eatin' all these local scene artists like it's P-I...
Everything I want in my vision that I see, I
Conquer like a quistador' back in the 39
F*ck 12, f*ck them too!
And, f*ck you if you think we ain't 10 out 2
Everywhere that you look, you gon' see my crew
Like an anti-vax mom, you gon' catch us like the flu, pussy!
Yeah, we back again!
Bitch, what's hannenin'?
We go platinum
To the maximum
Feel the force, bitch!
Call me Anakin
Sun the only limit, feel the rays, Addison!
Yeah, we back again!
Bitch, what's hannenin'?
We go platinum
To the maximum
Feel the force, bitch!
Call me Anakin
Sun the only limit, feel the rays, Addison!
Killa Cam!
Travelin' through the space time, experiencing life-like
Now we in the limelight, this is just a highlight
Go and check ya' eyesight, watch out for the skylight
Go and check ya' headlight, watch out for the stop sign, yuh!
How many looters?
How many shooters?
How many losers, but how many tutors?
How many viewers?
How many users?
How many removers, but how many movers?
Cooksters cookin' up, y'all need a boneless
Call oxy, tell 'em i'm the new magnum lotus
Back- back- back again
Tell me (Way back, way back, way back)
Are they ya' friends (I'm the new magnum lotus)
Or, are they your enemies? (Way back, way back, way back)
Do you trust them? (Lotus!)
If you don't... (Way back, way back, way back)
Trust us instead
Caress the pedals for the time that you can
Tell me where your roots lay
Not that you really can
A flower in the garden, you don't stand out from the rest
But yet, you raise your leaves like you're puffing out your chest
You're worried about the wrong greens (You're worried about the wrong things)
I know where your ignorance stems (Self absorbed, in this neverland...)
That you painted will never land
Ask yourself, what do you believe? (Be weary of who your leader is)
Because, I don't think your leader knows who he is himself
A carbon copy of plenty men
The blade laying in-between his belt
He's cut himself a few times on it, he didn't even know himself
I'm here to finally stick that blade in
Thought he'd do the deed, but I thought I'd had to step in and do it myself
Caress the pedals for the time that you can
Tick tick tick, there's the truth about the man
Be weary of who you follow