Snifa Cada Linha

What I cook in my kitchen
Man, it's dope but not flour
It's for the world but made in line
So sniff every line
Sniff every line
Sniff every line
Sniff every line

Nigga sniff every line
Sniff every line
Sniff every line
Sniff every line
So sniff every line!

No beating around the bush, let's get to the point
Rap is alive, but rappers are not
And they didn't even need help
While me, Baby, Gzee, and 2Da
Were selling 'ünkut' like Booba
Juba wins in front of the cameras
White hairs and wrinkles in front of the cameras
Could've closed a joint in the neighborhood with my niggas
Instead, I'm trying to buy more cars for my niggas

Cars and houses
Work and partying
Always on the road
Humility and grit
We sell the stuff in capsules
Since the 'carvula' times
So nigga, do the math

The time we've been here
Profiting from these streets
Supreme Force is pure coke
That these niggas are sniffing
Today you sniff every line
Made by my boys in line
Good times are coming
Something from the fs in the kitchen

The crew here hasn't changed anyone
Our kitchen is still top-notch
Consistent stuff so it will be forever
Our audience sniffs the shit daily
Faithful and demanding jump when I jump
So I only leave the kitchen if it's straight to the stage
I listen well if it's money, for the rest I'm deaf
Focused on my hustle because it brings everything

I spend the day in the kitchen
I mean, not really the kitchen
It's in the studio in my duplex
I screwed the rap game without a condom
Tattoos and dreadlocks
Girls on my dick because the kid is the boss
No comparison, number 1 like the Air Force
Pocket full like I applied botox
Just ask the Russian dude, girl saw the Polo

They say I put horses on my wrist
Ralph Lauren, you know, hoe?
Girl goes down and stays down like a yo-yo
Deezy brings the GoPro
Since the girl is in the kitchen, let's
Make a movie and call it a hoe show
They say a guy is no longer a lyricist
In this life
Am I talking about rappers, nigga?
Hell no