Padma

[Intro]
Talk Reckless

[Hook]
So Buttery put it in the pan let it sizzle
Cook up, watch it come back official
Dish it out let them eat it up till theres nothing left
Respect the top chef

[Verse 1]
The Bobby Flay of this
Game in this I came in it
No regrets
Now I chef the flavor shit
Handkerchief, no sweat
Throw the stick out there
The bitches go fetch
Pick out gear play GQ like O.Epps
My zone is flat, mind elevated
Like I'm blowin' the sess
Segegrated from hatred
Everyday in the Matrix
Dodgin' bullets
Stay far away so
I don't get involved with the bullshit
Let off a full clip
Status feed then I step off
On some cool shit
Smooth criminal, white suit
Sue (?) if I'ts ok if we dos this
Loose lips sink ships
I put the trith in your pink slip
Hold it down, you'll benifit
I've been the shit so it's imminent you could smell me
My penmanship on a sick pig is very healthy
Uh,(?)
Killed them all in every verse
So the competition is dead and gone
Hasn't rained for how ever long
You boys get the picture, no Eddie Long
Community Juice

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Fuck the world for the win
Always been that way
Since Slim had waves on the Spin
Young nigga with the boyish grin