(chorus)
We cookin' up heat, in the kitchen every night,
stove on low but my pockets on high, we takin' flight.
Put the pain in the pot, watch it simmer to a vibe,
they don't see the nights I cried, they just see the ride.
(verse 1)
Whippin' through the city with the windows down, cold air, cold hearts,
had to learn to hustle faith when they tell you you gon' fall apart.
Mama prayed for better days, I prayed for steady pay,
turned the scraps into a plan, now we dancin' in the rain.
Used to eat off crumbs, now we servein' full plates,
loyalty in every fold, loyalty determine fate.
Calls from the old block, yeah, I answer with a smile,
but I keep the stove lit quiet, let the heat compile.
(pre‑chorus)
All these late nights, all this write life, pourin' gasoline on dreams,
never fold, never switch sides, we just stitch the seams.
If you ride, then ride hard, if you fake, then fade out,
I remember every no, I remember every drought.
(chorus)
We cookin' up heat, in the kitchen every night,
stove on low but my pockets on high, we takin' flight.
Put the pain in the pot, watch it simmer to a vibe,
they don't see the nights I cried, they just see the ride.
(verse 2)
Got a recipe of scars, mixed with sauce and soul,
countin' blessings in the whip, every mile is a goal.
Brothers at the table, plates stacked with our wins,
we toast for the fallen, keep their names under our skins.
Enemies watch, but they don't know how we built the feast,
from the basement to the stage, from the rubble to the reach.
Studio got steam like the kitchen when it's late,
my pen is the ladle, yeah, I'm servin' up my fate.
(bridge)
I ain't talkin' flashy chains when I talk about the stove,
it's the grind, the sleepless nights, the way we kept the hope.
We mix the loss with love, season every memory,
now the table's full and my soul finally free.
(final chorus — layered)
We cookin' up heat, in the kitchen every night,
stove on low but my pockets on high, we takin' flight.
Put the pain in the pot, watch it simmer to a vibe,
they don't see the nights I cried, they just see the ride.
We cookin' up heat, yeah, we feed the fam tonight,
from the dark into the light, from the struggle to the heights.
Put the trust in the pot, let it bubble till it's right,
we was starvin' then we ate — now we sleepin' with the lights.
(outro — soft)
Stove still warm, memories stay, we never forget,
cookin' up heat for the ones who kept us through the sweat.
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