Chef Mal - Long Live the Chef Lyrics

Woke up just today, Took a look up into space
Put my hands to pray, Let my thoughts just fade away

Now I'm on new level catch me on the wave
Chef is never giving up, he's loading all his saves

Jump up in this bitch, imma show you who the master
Trent is on the mix and he be mixing up disasters
Massive, drop the shit, measure on my track list
Rap it then leave the beat, dead up in the casket

Captain on my ship, know my flow is too equipped
Travel through dimensions, holding on my dick
My rapping is a gift, f*ck the game up on my shift
In my mind I'm paying rent, then dip up out the rift

Winters getting cold, spent a year up on this rapping
Now I hit the booth, spend the afternoon relaxing
Might just quit my job, focus up on my actions
I'm coming in the game an I think I'm gaining traction

I'm sitting in my room, I wrote this song for you
Simon says to kill it, so I put it in a tomb
You try an foul us and we busting out the twos
He said to get it close, I brought it with the zoom
We popping with the corn, sweeping bitches with the broom

Money in the air, man my phone get distracting
I Keep making music till Im bringing home platinums
Hang em on my wall maybe try me out some actin
Get me on the walk, baby drip down In fashion
Then turn it back around I'm tryna see some ass an