Chef Mal - Bang Lyrics

I woke up feeling good today
My first thought was get hella blazed
Roll me up a couple jays
Smoke those planes up to my face

Chef up in this kitchen,
Cooking food that's so delicious
Making wraps pretentious
Bitch I'm bitter like some lemons

I jetted outta bed
I slipped on her stilettos
Wake and bake I make that bread
While all you do is jello

Bitch I'm causing friction
Which is building up my energy
I'm waving through these crickets
Like the chef has got no enemies

I'm coming through the wire
Through your speakers like a physic
Freshly fit with all my fibers
Feeling like messiah

Smoking on my pipe
Blowing notes up in the shire
My flow is like Australia
Bro I set this bitch on fire

Producers keep abusing rights
Keep using all your music
Keep stealing all your hooks
Telling me that they exclusive
It shows me you producers
Just produce up good excuses
How would you like it
If I stole your f*cking music

I'm reducing on my crew
Cause I can't stand these attitudes
Lemmie be the voice to say
Your stealing someone else's food

Mother f*ckers lost a lot
But I've got much more to lose
I've gained all these attributes
With practice at a magnitude

Imma keep my circle small
But keep that bitch efficient
Keep working on my talent
Till I spit it with proficients

I'm grabbing on my balls
Viewing myself in omniscient
Twenty twenty twenty eight
Still rapping with explicits

F*ck your bitch ass, Chef is just a slaying on a mission
I just gave a f*ck an I don't think that imma miss it

I'm coming back boomerang
Command respect like Major Payne
Im Taking all these words you say
I put em back from where they came

Go super sayian, go KIO-KEN
Spit lyrics with such violence
Comprising of such dialect
That leave yah mind with side effects

Admire on my writing
Compromising my neglects
I'll compile up protection
Only die from rushed roulette

I'm tripping I'm tripping I'm tripping through decisions
I'm spitting out my lyrics like religion get offended
I'm slipping, I'm slipping, I'm slipping through positions
I'm tryna leave this planet or find a new dimension

I'm alone in this world
CHIKA call me Robert Neville
I'm just tryna be a legend
I keep gaining all these levels
My demon in a prison
But he knows that imma listen
Cause my heart is in a cage
From some people that Im missing

You looking kinda lazy but the chef is no relation
Mal up to the top, I'll f*ck a room up at a Days Inn
Baby, don't you think I'm crazy, absolutely underrated
Got me raging in my head going X-men like Xavier

Bitch I am a werewolf f*cking up you vampires
Sucking on my succulents, you suck you f*ckin sucubisses
Turning up my lyricism, with all of this mythisim
I'm having too much fun, resisting with the system

I'm tryna build a wicked team
With Nat the Genius, JG Beats
Epic Genie Woozy Tay
BV Beatz, Daredevil Tre
Don't forget skip fearless
Styla the North a way
5207 Records
Tucson to the Southern Maine

I'm tripping I'm tripping I'm tripping through decisions
I'm spitting out my lyrics like religion get offended
I'm slipping, I'm slipping, I'm slipping through positions
I'm tryna leave this planet or find a new dimension