Presence of Mind (skit highrollers)

Lyrics

[Intro] My recipe for soul food Pressure We cookin' Listen, yo [Chorus] Yeah, the kitchen's always opened so the shop ain't never closed Got one in the microwave and one on top of the stove In that hooptie makin' drop offs, when they watchin' keep it low Got her lookin' like Karrueche, in the kitchen baggin' Snow If your man's turn informant then you already know Man that rat gotta go, huh [Interlude] Pirate Listen, Let me talk to em', yo [Verse 1] Old school, from when informants got hit Soon as that corner bent, you could smell the marijuana scent Them niggas just a sideshow, we the main event Told my shooter to ride slow and stay behind the tint Shot up that niggas Tahoe for trying to play the fence Stretch that nigga like tae bo and set a precedent Five pounds of pressure, man, that's effortless We ain't doin' the death threats or text messages We ain't beefin' on IG Live and all that recklessness No, we gon' whip em' and strip off that wrist and necklace (Strip that nigga, son) Then it's triple beam scales and cocaine measurements See me in that V12 talkin' with dead presidents I come from dealers and killers that don't leave no evidence You come from victims and snitches, that's what the difference is Money over bitches, M-O-B, that's what the business is Free all my niggas doin' them double digit sentences (Free all my niggas) We're Tryin' to feed our kids We all need food, clothin' and shelter in order to live [Chorus] Yeah, the kitchen's always opened so my shop's never closed Kitchen's always open (Son, uh) Yeah, my kitchen's always opened so the shop's never closed Got a Brick in the oven, one on top of the stove In the hooptie makin' drop offs, streets be watchin', keep it low Got her lookin' like Karrueche, in the kitchen baggin' blow If your mans turn informer then you already know (You already know) Man, that rat gotta go [Verse 2] You might see me sittin', in the coupe with a chicken It's mob business so just mind your business The Gucci denim and that Louis vintage (You see it) Them hands muddy from that blood money that is printed We all want a percentage, uh Cocaine chemist, tryna get some leverage Mixin' that yola with that soda, but no the beverage (Yo, I'm whippin' that shit right now, my boy) Tryna find a town with two of my bredrens (One bredren) They just touched down last night from Kingston They got ten-thousand pounds they tryna bring in They know some people at the port, they got some merchant seaman They 'bout that chicken but them rude boys both are vegan [Skit: highrollers] The food touched down tonight, mind you Someone link ya soon, lick 'em up Benzes and broads and cocaine injury Hunnid-dollar bills goin' to the fights 'Cause we ain't had no place to keep it, we couldn't hide it You, you can't hide two or three-million dollars [?] You was, he left first, just three times of flyin' first from us Seems like he had a lot of money, we don't have to sit on, hundred questions, you know? Where you got the money, what kinda work you do, where you drivin' I took care of the day-to-day business And everything else that will with it