[Verse 1: Add-2]
Add-2 and I come straight from the 'Go
And this verse is like a welcome mat, I put you on the floor
I could fill the world up twice with all the things that you don't know
Yo, do you give them receipts for every time you sell your soul?
Please don't get offended by the questions that I ask
See through my competition so I shatter them like gla**
Have a seat inside my chambers I hope you don't mind the gas
d**h is just a test it's only right I let them pa** away
Cookin' food for thought, the similes I make
I be cookin' food for thought like Tariq when he need a plate
And this food is from the soul, this is some high stakes