Jose Canseco (feat. Stove God Cooks)

Ayo, the marvelous, the gorgeous
 Twin Porsches, the exalted
 The archer, Prada parka with the shotgun
 Every time the wind blow, I wanna pop somethin'
 You never shot nothin', imagine my vision
 I had the Lindenfelds tinted, Pérignon washin' my Hells Chicken
 Over stoves, ambitions
 I'm from the same streets as bust-a-brick Nick and this wrist ridiculous
 15 hundred on them kicks and them shits feo
 Cocaine mayo jar, Jose Canseco
 Jose Canseco
 Jose Canseco
 Jose Canseco
 Jose Canseco
 Born a god, rockin' Human Made
 Double up to a Geiger
 Sharpshooter aim, my third house in my cougar name
 My lil' niggas still shoot for fame
 Moms don't work, pops skated
 You don't know the pain
 Heron Preston rain jumper, don't know the rain
 What we do for stain, Pyrex souvenirs, maneuver 'caine
 Kerry James in the dope spot
 Handed purple tops out the door knob
 In a Tesla swervin'
 Talkin' to my man, he said the last batch that came in was worthless
 I told him, nah, when it cook like that is just a bit of a burden
 Just drop the price a couple points and keep servin'
 Red velvet Louis jacket, I'm Ron Burgundy
 See the heat comin' off the hundreds, the money burnin'
 These labels still jerkin'
 I heard your deal came with a hundred thousand and some Jergens
 These fake boss niggas is really workers
 I follow the bricks, I seen the wizard behind the curtain
 They talk big 'till we catch 'em in person
 They talk big 'till we shoot they Suburban
 Me and Emeril Lagasse should be the next Verzuz
 Two stoves side by side, I bet I work him
 I turned my granddaddy church parkin' lot into a Church's Chicken
 Take the brains out, let the head hand like Mr. Perfect's shit
 They owe some streaming money, but I ain't hurtin'
 I told my young nigga how much, he said, I woulda murked 'em
 Big homie fresh home drinkin' coffee out the Keurig
 A 144 months ain't break his spirit
 He jumped back in, I told him it's different, I tried to prepare him
 He good, he a old, brave nigga, he Hank Aaron
 Forgiatos on the McLaren
 Young, rich, and arrogant, is you hearin' this
 Over the stove, bangin' Pray for Paris
 I think the UFOs dropped the top blocks on the pyramids
 There's a method to the madness, everything is mapped
 You know you kill the foundation, everything collapse
 Everything is stamped, everything is wrapped
 If the feds ask you 'bout me, tell 'em everything is cap
 Jose Canseco
 Jose Canseco
 This that up three, Burton state flow
 Jose Canseco
 Young nigga out the GT with the Draco
 Jose Canseco
 For them to think that they could be in the same ring with me is
 Wow, you know that, unbelievable
 Don't put words in my mouth, man, I can handle myself out here
 Yeah, but I won't, no, no, no
 That's a shoot, brother, that is one thousand percent, yeah
 'Cause the time has come