[Intro: Rokky]

How can I stop when it's all I know?

If it's that time and it's war, I want all the smoke

And you'll know them highs are better after all them lows

Dope boys on the strip, yeah, we make it snow, yo

[Chorus: Rokky]

Check it, whip it in the kitchen, whip it on the stove

Drillings with my bruddas, now I'm laying low

It don't always go to plan when you're on the roads

Shit, I just pray that I make it home

Check it, whip it in the kitchen, whip it on the stove

Drillings with my bruddas, now I'm laying low

It don't always go to plan when you're on the roads

Shit, I just pray that I make it home

[Verse 1: Rokky]

Yo, when I was young, I used to rob the plug

M got his body cut

And he weren't hitting gym, run into us and now therе's zero grub

I built up my line up on the block and in and out thеm pubs

A few man tried a ting, turned from Hercules to Forrest Gump

Could take a pic of half a mill, but I'd end up in jail

I was on the corner, just doing deals like it's Chicago Grill

Plot for them boys, I'll spin and spin just like a Ferris wheel

And if you get pinched, don't squeel, we all know the drill

Got Glocks and machine guns, prayin' for a clean one

Real ones all 'round me, said the fake love, I don't need none

She got breast, for a petite one

Bring a friend, for a threesome

Trappin', hittin' shots straight out the park like I'm G-Some

The path of greatness is a lonely road

They see you win and they smile, but they hope you don't

And she's been on me for a while, but she couldn't cope

Soon as this pack comes, I gotta go, sorry ho

[Chorus: Rokky]

Yo, check it, whip it in the kitchen, whip it on the stove

Drillings with my bruddas, now I'm laying low

It don't always go to plan when you're on the roads

Shit, I just pray that I make it home

Check it, whip it in the kitchen, whip it on the stove

Drillings with my bruddas, now I'm laying low

It don't always go to plan when you're on the roads

Shit, I just pray that I make it home

[Verse 2: Maroc]

Look, whip it in the kitchen, whip it on the stove

Would've thought I worked at UPS the way they come and go

Yeah, you said you had me, it's that time, so come we roll

My Mrs kinda pissed, second day that I ain't comin' home (Shit then)

Comfy in the drought, so I ain't lookin' for no new crops

I'm tryna find a new spot to go and place this new box

Busy gettin' money, fans askin' for a new song

Three-sixty views, eatin' good up on this rooftop

She thinks it's sexy with the way I make this coupe drop

I need a Lambo' truck and [?], I soon cop

I used to struggle with my bruddas, now it's business plans

Talkin' on my name so much, they're my biggest fans

[Verse 3: Blaze]

Yo, cashin' cheques, diamond's dancin' 'round my neck

If I'm steppin' out with bro, grab the dinger, Nike Tech

If the plug's said he's comin' and it doesn't get me stress

I'ma give [?] like my name is 50 Cent

We've been trappin' all day, foreign whip with head's up display

Told the workers, "Keep on pushin', ain't got time for delay"

Keep on goin' 'round in circles like I'm stuck in a maze

Top Cali, ain't smokin' on haze

Came up sellin' ****, hang with robbers and fiends

Drop the top down in the summer, take a trip overseas

I move with ease, top shelf, I've been stackin' my Ps

She's textin' shy, but when we link, bro, she dropped to her knees

[Chorus: Rokky]

Yo, check it, whip it in the kitchen, whip it on the stove

Drillings with my bruddas, now I'm laying low

It don't always go to plan when you're on the roads

Shit, I just pray that I make it home

Check it, whip it in the kitchen, whip it on the stove

Drillings with my bruddas, now I'm laying low

It don't always go to plan when you're on the roads

Shit, I just pray that I make it home