[Lyric] Top Chef (Neo Houdini)

(Hook)

I'm a top chef yeah (huh, yeah huh)
Deity gvng hol' on yeah
Cooking up hits hol' on yeah
We've come for the check hol' on yeah
Nigga, no cap hol'on yeah
We've come for the gain hol'on yeah
Sixers gain hol'on

I'm a top chef yeah (whoa)
Deity gvng hol'on yeah
We've come for the check hol'on yeah
Shinin' like ice hol'on yeah
Lookin' so bright hol' on yeah
You gotta put shades hol'on yeah
We've come for the check yeah (go!)

(Versе)

My shoes grinding, you cannot fit
Look at myself cookin' up in the kitchеn
Indoor smokers entered the building
Found Deity Gvng on top of the ceiling
Niggas underestimating my art
I don't care cause they cap and retard
Give you respect that you want and demand
But I'll never give you time to shine
I see you drillin' now , you took after me
Made by St Trillz the king of this shit
The rhyme scheme too fast to catch up
You the dopest but you'll always goin' lack up
Look at me I'm on top of my game
"L.O.L" did nothing it's lame
You took me off many that would've gave you more vibes and views
Whatchu' goin' do?
Diss me ahead claiming hard you steppin'
You should focus your time on the band's
I'm a rockstar no longer reppin'
Your dark side of the rose even shines bright than your future
Light a candle up pray to myself
I'm your God after all , no cap
I ain't got fear, I just contemplate
On my music shit, I dedicate
On my pockets I impregnate
On my gang , put food on the table
Swiss fire make me proud young king
Ay Meesh you the best in this shit
To my girl I got love for you bitch
Shout out major theory for this beat now (go)
(Hook)

I'm a top chef yeah (huh, yeah huh)
Deity gvng hol' on yeah
Cooking up hits hol' on yeah
We've come for the check hol' on yeah
Nigga, no cap hol'on yeah
We've come for the gain hol'on yeah
Sixers gain hol'on

I'm a top chef yeah (whoa)
Deity gvng hol'on yeah
We've come for the check hol'on yeah
Shinin' like ice hol'on yeah
Lookin' so bright hol' on yeah
You gotta put shades hol'on yeah
We've come for the check yeah (go!)

(Verse)

Indoor smokers, niggas cappin'
You sound retarded , niggas crazy
Where you at? I'm coming for y'all
This is just a warm up, but I scored already
You claiming hard that you steppin'
Fuck em haters they be lackin'
I do this shit now respect it
Nigga I'm high now I'm steppin'
Look at the jewelry on my neck
It's freezing so hard yeah
I bought right there on Fischer's
Cost about a band richer
(Outro)

My pockets full, pregnant
Gonna give a birth to a baby girl
I call her Money girl
Cause she rich as fuck like a [?]