Lyrics Cook Different (feat. Party G the Humble) - Rome Holman

This music shit is genetic with me
Predisposed to be prophetic at least you bet I'm a beast
You lack too much soul to ever step with my feet
The rhythm I dance to has always been authentic to me
Don't you get I'm elite, the king that bled on the beats
And gave his all, labored hard and I never faded off
This journey ain't a game but these lames play along
Smiling in my face, being fake in case you're wrong
Morals I stand on is why I stand out
You don't affect how none of this shit pans out
Bad mouth but fanned out, now tell me how does that sound
To be the blurred image in another niggas background
If it don't serve a purpose you won't see me with it
That's like a VHS player with a CD in it
I just need a minute for the smoke and we can get it
I peep the sneaky gimmicks all these rappers 3D printed
I don't come from your manufactured streets
Stay out the way don't wanna have to hand you back your teeth
You niggas simulations, origins generated
I learned getting love is what gets a nigga hated

Fake rappers who act wild, I cook different
You ain't spitting darts you need to get lost
This shit different you could rock it up and sniff it
Made it out the belly of the beast and I'm still hungry
Fake rappers who act wild, I cook different
You ain't spitting darts you need to get lost
This shit different you could rock it up and sniff it
Made it out the belly of the beast and I'm still hungry

I be zoning out, I been in my mind lately
I need a better route, been focused on time lately
Crying baby, niggas always making excuses, we call them cry babies
High baby, every time I speak with music
There's nothing funny when you dead broke
I need piff for the head smoke, the wave wouldn't dare float
Been places wouldn't dare go, you scared bro
Two blicks on my side, like I'm Rambo
I know the plan though, we stay cool for a better balance
I switched cars and got better mileage
Just to talk about guns on this track would be hella childish
Rather be caught with it, than caught without it
Rome I'm from the streets, huh, I won't lie to ya
Fly with ya, killing these rappers I'm shooting yamakas
Head tap, flip it, bring the bread back
Kick em', that's a dead nap, now he there laid flat
Damn, tried to tell you I'll off you bro
Man the flow a lethal weapon, I just let you know
It's party

Fake rappers who act wild, I cook different
You ain't spitting darts you need to get lost
This shit different you could rock it up and sniff it
Made it out the belly of the beast and I'm still hungry
Fake rappers who act wild, I cook different
You ain't spitting darts you need to get lost
This shit different you could rock it up and sniff it
Made it out the belly of the beast and I'm still hungry

Fake rappers who act wild, I cook different
Fake rappers who act wild, I cook different
Fake rappers who act wild, I cook different
Fake rappers who act wild, I cook different
Fake rappers who act wild, I cook different
Fake rappers who act wild, I cook different
Fake rappers who act wild, I cook different