I remember when we used to hit the RiverGate Mall We ain't even had no pesos we was still tryna ball Hit my homie with the alley oop, shots fall Now we in the kitchen cookin' with the wrist wrist, nevermind Treat it like a game it was never hard to find In the food court, quick to pull up on a dime Where you from, what's your name Can I have yo number I'ma do the same Automatic with the bate We was cookin' now we owed somethin' Insane just to think All the hearts that we broke for nothin' All the tears all the pain Some stuff ain't worth discussin' Yeah we young and we dumb But some of us never grow up Now we off to the races Triple-X done raised us Hundred-thousand faces None of them ever measure up We just scroll to the next Break it off in texts Leave the next with a mess Set a [?] (wrist, wrist) What you doin' Cookin', cookin' up Cookin', cookin' up (where you been homie?) Cookin', cookin' up Cookin', cookin' up '93, I was out here cookin' like I had the key Woe is me, way before the bae was jumpin' shoot the three Don't believe? Alpha and omega put that on a G I might mess around and get to flossin' up in Applebees 2 for 20 I could see the game clear 20/20 If you're hearing rumors 'bout me Don't just spread them bring 'em to me 2 or 3 might be true I just brace for the news Nothin' else I can do (young man don't lose yourself) Uh, I remember way back when I was like 10 with my accent Wasn't in the trap I was in the flash Little jet on my back then Started learnin' how to mack when Saw the old ones do it I was so into it not the only student in the building We were building home improvement and my single unit Wasn't whippin' in the kitchen But me and shorty we was with it I was handlin' some business But now I'm asking for forgiveness 'Cause I'm deep up in the trenches I see a better way of livin' 'Nother way to get in love one woman [?] Ain't got time to play around I fidget for real If anybody wanna know We love each other when the mic low And we don't do it for the show So stop singing out life goals Yeah, and I'd rather love one woman then a hundred though That's one woman when the fun is high And one woman when the Sun is low Look, I done broke a lot'a hearts and mine broke and fell apart Put it together like art Only had it broke yet again in the car What they teachin' you is false How you thinkin' that you small, homie you should start Don't play now play your part Go back in the kitchen whip another bar for real Cookin', cookin' up Cookin', cookin' up (where you been homie?) Cookin', cookin' up Cookin', cookin' up