At the Cookout Songtext
von Akintoye

Okay, let′s go
What you do now?
Ay, let's go up
What you do now?
What you do now?

Come on
Let′s take it way back
Come on
Let's take it way back
Come on
Let's take it way back
Come on
Let′s take it way back


So, when I pull up to the function it′s nothing
Bunch of niggas used to hate me
Tryna bargain like it's up for discussion
Opportunists spot the movement out the darkest of dungeons
Empty-handed, tryna offer me somethin′
Reservations accompany celebrations
I'm patient through the occasion
They fakin′ to put a crack in the system like Ronald Reagan
Your mission to see the method
My mission to take thе edges

Permission to pree thе numbers
I'm fixing to shake the ledger
Tell ′em, "Hey now, what you say now?"
Niggas tripping? We gon' get 'em out the way now
Always knew I never been the one to play ′round
Back when I was pimp slappin′ niggas on the playground
Put 'em in a coffin, they talkin′ like this is they town
Niggas chest thumpin' like vision is somethin′ they found
Don't get to shootin′ the messenger, when the message is pure
King's Gambit when I step in the door


In the party like, boom, step, who's next?
Give ′em somethin′ that can rattle the dome
We in the party like, boom, step, who's next?
Competition wanna saddle the flow
Keep it a hundred on the outside, inside
Niggas wanna stop
Posted in the back of the jam
You see, the flow is fuckin′ flawless
A fallacy, if I'm fallin′
Know perfection like the back of my hand

We in the party like, boom, step, who's next?
Give ′em somethin' that can rattle the dome
We in the party like, boom, step, who's next?
Competition wanna saddle the flow
Keep it a hundred on the outside, inside
Niggas wanna stop
Posted in the back of the jam
You see, the flow is fuckin′ flawless
A fallacy, if I′m fallin'
Know perfection like the back of my hand

Everybody go! (Boom, step, who′s next?)
Give 'em somethin′ that can rattle the dome
We in the party like (boom, step, who's next?)
Competition wanna saddle the flow
Keep it a hundred on the outside, inside
Niggas wanna stop
Posted in the back of the jam

You see the flow is fuckin′ perfect, they told me it wasn't worth it
Instead of settle for lesser, I settled into my purpose
I'm better than overworkin′ for someone else′s progression
I'm over makin′ amends for the sake of makin' impressions
And conversatin′ with niggas crusading for wavin' weapons
It pays to have the people pay attention

In the party like (boom, step, who′s next?)
Give 'em somethin' that can rattle the dome
We in the party like (boom, step, who′s next?)
Competition wanna saddle the flow
Keep it a hundred on the outside, inside
Niggas wanna stop
Posted in the back of the jam
You see, the flow is fuckin′ flawless
Fallacy, if I'm fallin′
Know perfection like, the back of my hand