Chef life bars
this aint a rap its a statement the spirit in me is ancient to get payment im patient i burn the incense thats fragrant behind your eyes are vacant i see with the eyes of a shaman freeman of an enslaved nation wealth and love affirmations built on solid foundations surrounded by temptation i always had grand aspirations shouldve focused on higher vibration always felt like my time is wasting i knew that i was born for greatness its just kinda hard to square the two while im still working the late shift cause every kitchens a ship dickheads and pirates within no law just mise en place and if youve done your prep then theres no sins drug habits encouraged all your coworkers are damaged this gm thinks i can be managed he must be a little bit challenged i shpuldnt encourage but in that environment i flourished non stop pressure will break you down or turn you into a diamond yeah sometimes i got frightened but i tell you fear is a heightened - state and i tell you its familiar mate youll either keep pushing or break your pan boiled over turn it down fire the next steak sweets away on table eight and we need another seabass now waitress made a mistake your feet are starting to ache did you bake enough lemon cake? pork loin needs to be plated sous chefs eyes are dilated his egos inflated and hes clearly agitated cause the head chefs fucked off somewhere pass abdicated and the waitress abducted shes off getting corrupted when your chef comes back at the end of service and its clear that hes nutted nobody gives a fuck about the food and all i cared about was the food lured into jobs under false pretenses doing three mans jobs fuckin rude cause if im there then im gonna work hard not gonna stand chatting at the bar im tryna train my own skills on your time you know that im tryna go far and ive already come a long way I'll keep moving the same way
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this aint a rap its a statement the spirit in me is ancient to get payment im patient i burn the incense thats fragrant behind your eyes are vacant i see with the eyes of a shaman freeman of an enslaved nation wealth and love affirmations built on solid foundations surrounded by temptation i always had grand aspirations shouldve focused on higher vibration always felt like my time is wasting i knew that i was born for greatness its just kinda hard to square the two while im still working the late shift cause every kitchens a ship dickheads and pirates within no law just mise en place and if youve done your prep then theres no sins drug habits encouraged all your coworkers are damaged this gm thinks i can be managed he must be a little bit challenged i shpuldnt encourage but in that environment i flourished non stop pressure will break you down or turn you into a diamond yeah sometimes i got frightened but i tell you fear is a heightened - state and i tell you its familiar mate youll either keep pushing or break your pan boiled over turn it down fire the next steak sweets away on table eight and we need another seabass now waitress made a mistake your feet are starting to ache did you bake enough lemon cake? pork loin needs to be plated sous chefs eyes are dilated his egos inflated and hes clearly agitated cause the head chefs fucked off somewhere pass abdicated and the waitress abducted shes off getting corrupted when your chef comes back at the end of service and its clear that hes nutted nobody gives a fuck about the food and all i cared about was the food lured into jobs under false pretenses doing three mans jobs fuckin rude cause if im there then im gonna work hard not gonna stand chatting at the bar im tryna train my own skills on your time you know that im tryna go far and ive already come a long way dont wanna drift through life and slip from momwnt to moment wanna keep doing bits wanna keep suckling tits wanna keep writing hits ive done enough blanching chips scrubbing pots under these head chef dictatorships