Social Club Misfits Into The Night Lyrics

[Chorus: Chris Batson]
Cook it up when I write it down
Oh, I was late, but I'm 'bout it now
You need that heat, gimmie three minutes
They doubted me, but look, we did it
Now watch me take this to the max
Ooh, to the max
Look at God look at that
Now watch me take this to the max

[Verse 1: Fern]
Call me OG with the young flow
Allen Iverson, no practice
That's KD on the winning team
Got my wrist game on all axis's
That's big dream since the Dream Team
Now I'm on one like March Madness
Flow hot, make the climate change
Melt them polar caps causing raging weathers
I'm young enough to like slip and slide in my backyard but I never slip
Wordsmith since day one
Write a verse like a screen play
Michael Bates spitting A-1 for the sonic youth like I'm Green Day
In the field like Green Bay
Catching plays, it's a field day
My grind game, my mind state
Well seasoned that's Garry Vee
Rap game got it locked down but I never asked it to marry me
And I'm cooking verses so legendary
This garlic parmesan, lemon pepper
This Wing Stop call it chicken dinner
This that well done and you can tell the difference
Ok, I know
[Chorus: Chris Batson]
Cook it up when I write it down
Oh, I was late, but I'm 'bout it now
You need that heat, gimmie three minutes
They doubted me, but look, we did it
Now watch me take this to the max
Ooh, to the max
Look at God look at that
Now watch me take this to the max

[Verse 2: Marty] It's Marty baby
I don't care who your boss is
I run through the office, run through the offense
I don't got a off switch on my awesomeness
Every beat like a Contra cartridge
Awkward with a little bit of Ye'
Pull up to a hater like aye
(Seriously, this is like the fourth song I've interrupted
If you don't like our music you're dead inside)
Saw a fight like celebrity death match
Battle any rapper who have negative feedback
Batman, Year One with a ski mask
I'm good in the hood, that's a G pass
I don't look back, I don't recap
You say you the best, I don't see that
I lost some friends that I need back
I pray so hard I need knee pads
I'm Larry David to the haters
On the way to be your favorite
On the way to see the Lakers
Never got robbed by the majors
Used to get robbed by the neighbors
I really want to make this clear
Yeah, every year is our year
Swear it's not even fair
[Chorus: Chris Batson]
Cook it up when I write it down
Oh, I was late, but I'm 'bout it now
You need that heat, gimmie three minutes
They doubted me, but look, we did it
Now watch me take this to the max
Ooh, to the max
Look at God look at that
Now watch me take this to the max
Cook it up when I write it down
Oh, I was late, but I'm 'bout it now
You need that heat, gimmie three minutes
They doubted me, but look, we did it
Now watch me take this to the max
Ooh, to the max
Look at God look at that
Now watch me take this to the max