Artist: Pusha T Album: Fear of God Mixtape Song: Cook It Down Typed by: newos_crib_is@hotmail.com [Pusha T] Shout out Maserati E We done been out here a long time my nigga and yeah, we lost a few along the way But I must say, we done balled through every era out this bitch I-I guess that make us supreme baller-like right? Haha "Long Live the 'Caine" coming soon, eghck~! I went ahead and asked God for forgiveness So now I'm just asking you to listen I'm living in a world, where my truth can be my lynching Last words "fuck you all", feel the rope's tension I'll never compromise, in it till the powder dries Best friends drowned in quicksand and helped you cowards rise I floss in they honor, their legacy's in bottles Make 'em walk like they thirty years is right around the corner We was all fucking Shawna, you and E was fucking on her I was jealous when you both said her mouth was like piranha Yeah, spend money like we print money Buck fifty on the car, that's little dent money That AC is forever broke, that's vent money Cocaine snowball from gambling my rent money Everyday struggle, get money, get the crown for always thinking big, now they praying for my downfall [Chorus] Say you telling on me, told them folks bout me All this coke round me, like it floats round me Cook it down, cook it down You know that I cook it down, cook it down, every time I come around I just bought the house, put the pent' on it No rent, couple hundred K, I spent on it Cook it down, cook it down You know that I cook it down, cook it down, every time I come around [Pusha T] Got me looking at the crown from a bird's eye view cause I hit the ground running from the birds I flew Now I'm standing at the top from the words I drew Rap shit will drive you crazy, it done drove Shyne jew Yeah, mazel tov, now I'm hotter than a molotov Tell Lyor I need a million for my monologues A small price for my cocaine catalogue Scalp the coupe like a tomahawk Travelodge stories, I pray that you ignore me if you can't feel the joy of a hustler in his glory Hiding money in a wall from the first to third story ATL, Glenridge, condos, true story (whoo!) A man of everything that I say I am A little better than the fans hope and pray I am Weed the jokers out the deck and just play my hand Smokers getting stuck and going nuts like it's Peter Pan [Chorus]