First thing in the morning fill up the waters
Step on my shoulders see the sauces overflowing
Meatballs like boulders, the flames be smoldering
Come prepared for anyday check coldcuts and inventory on a Wednesday
Pullup to mayday in the walk in, the balancing act fell in the sauce bin
Dishing out dishes on sauces with a side of ranch and dip for my shrimp
Inspecting my station, making sure it’s clean, looking for all my tools to make everything I need
Start cooking the chicken and eggplant, gotta stay on top, gotta stay ahead man
Look back to the recipе, we gotta have a plan cookin at over 300 dеgrees
Pullout the mallet, and beat the chicken from the top
Open the stove, things about to get hot
Spaghetti in the back, mussels in the front
Deep in the fryers got the fried kalamar and the fries rising the oil
Gonna have to wash that tonight
Turn around behind you with a 6n1
Jojohn make 6n1 jajajajaja Jorjin I need 20 tomatos Justin Billy
Beaktor wants us to clean the grease trap and that shit’s like yack
We out in the back throwing gay Bowser in the trash
Tied up that prick with duct tape and vaped while we threw him in the trash
Had a bad trip trying to clean the grease trap yuck
In the walk in my ex was really down to fuck (good spits in the walk in)
Jesus could smell my weed in the bathroom
Used to sell nicotine to minors out the backroom
I told Little Big Chuck I was corrupting the youth
Pulled up with my group
Put that on my Manny yeah he used to make soup
Programming Angelo’s simulator loops
Throwing out bags of grease trap goop
The birds on the other roof swoop down and pick up those dough balls we threw
Blue Cheese and wear cardboard skis after I dipped my shoes in the mop bucket
Try vaping on that bucketed Lava pod
We said fuck it we cooking everything crispy
Mecos promised me I was gonna be drippy
Getting my shit together while I had a coffee was really trippy
Look in the mirror and take flicks with my chains while it rains inside the store
Rest In Peace Chuck would’ve loved some real blood and gore
Then it starts to pour and the power went out
A Typer washed dishes off the light on his phone
I always found my way back home
6 shots to the dome on the radio
This shit’s really belated yo
I miss my blood bro I used to live for
Now I got KG and he’s with me ready to see
Chuck must’ve been fucked up when I fleed
But he gave me a silent fist bump and then I od’d
In loving memory LC’s cousin Maria 2018