"Sushi Roll" lyrics
It's cooked
Yeah, cooked
Hope you're still here when the hype dies out and the music cones back again
Hope you're still here when the Genre comes round a third time with a new name
It's cooked, embodiment of longevity, yeah, rudeboy take a good look (Truss)
From now all to next year, rudeboy, yeah, Jme is booked (Truss, Jeez)
Uh, yeah, cooked
Cop my daughter a swing set (woo)
You know how the ting's set (Truss)
Leave it to me to put the work in
20 years, I'm still murking (Jeez)
A million streams, four racks (What)
Mind you that's with four attacks (Yeah)
On stage right now, killin' it, I remember when I was billin' it (Jeez)
Woo, breathe out
Dem man don't care when you bleed out (No)
Dem man don't care if you go schizo', play man don't care when you breeze out
Cooked
Hope you're still only a masters once that deal goes down the drain
Hope you got the website and the trademark
And the copyright of your own name
Didn't wanna read no rulebook, rudeboy
But now you have to
Cooked
Spent all them years in the trap, you know if a man try trap you
Cooked
Mandem have got your back to, but in court, they can't back you
Cooked
From time you signed the contract, rudeboy, it's contractual
Cooked
Whip got with that relay, and they put that shit on Ebay (Truss)
[?] quipped him, rappin' it, A10, yeah, man's zattin it (neow)
Sellin' my music on the internet because these lot here, there rinsin' it
They make billions, pay man little bits
They make-
Cooked
It feels like every artist in the world is fighting over the aux cable (Truss)
They tell you without a viral TikTok...
Cooked
Listen to the music, I hear no harm
Look for the heart and I see no art
Looking for the art, all I see is retweets and followers and when they're placing the chart
Man don't wanna hit studio no more (What)
Man don't wanna get a reload no more (What)
Man wanna tap a think piece about next man
Cooked
New guys coming up into the game looking at the old Gs gettin stuck into the game (yeah)
Keep your head straight in your own lane on your own wave until they fuckin know your name (Truss)
Jeez, I'm telling you, it's cooked
Uh, yeah, cooked
Man should be doing their own ting (Truss)
Like pick a mix, bag of flavours (Truss)
For the ravers, man are superheroes, man are lifesavers
Rate yourself, man (Rate yourself)
Jeez, jeez, jeez, jeez
Rate yourself, respect yourself
Man are dapping now, this ain't OnlyFans (What)
Man are selling themselves short (Yeah)
A penny for your thoughts (Truss)
Wait, lemme write this down
Yeah, cooked
Hope you're still here when the hype dies out and the music cones back again
Hope you're still here when the Genre comes round a third time with a new name
It's cooked, embodiment of longevity, yeah, rudeboy take a good look (Truss)
From now all to next year, rudeboy, yeah, Jme is booked (Truss, Jeez)
Uh, yeah, cooked
Cop my daughter a swing set (woo)
You know how the ting's set (Truss)
Leave it to me to put the work in
20 years, I'm still murking (Jeez)
A million streams, four racks (What)
Mind you that's with four attacks (Yeah)
On stage right now, killin' it, I remember when I was billin' it (Jeez)
Woo, breathe out
Dem man don't care when you bleed out (No)
Dem man don't care if you go schizo', play man don't care when you breeze out
Cooked
Hope you're still only a masters once that deal goes down the drain
Hope you got the website and the trademark
And the copyright of your own name
Didn't wanna read no rulebook, rudeboy
But now you have to
Cooked
Spent all them years in the trap, you know if a man try trap you
Cooked
Mandem have got your back to, but in court, they can't back you
Cooked
From time you signed the contract, rudeboy, it's contractual
Cooked
Whip got with that relay, and they put that shit on Ebay (Truss)
[?] quipped him, rappin' it, A10, yeah, man's zattin it (neow)
Sellin' my music on the internet because these lot here, there rinsin' it
They make billions, pay man little bits
They make-
Cooked
It feels like every artist in the world is fighting over the aux cable (Truss)
They tell you without a viral TikTok...
Cooked
Listen to the music, I hear no harm
Look for the heart and I see no art
Looking for the art, all I see is retweets and followers and when they're placing the chart
Man don't wanna hit studio no more (What)
Man don't wanna get a reload no more (What)
Man wanna tap a think piece about next man
Cooked
New guys coming up into the game looking at the old Gs gettin stuck into the game (yeah)
Keep your head straight in your own lane on your own wave until they fuckin know your name (Truss)
Jeez, I'm telling you, it's cooked
Uh, yeah, cooked
Man should be doing their own ting (Truss)
Like pick a mix, bag of flavours (Truss)
For the ravers, man are superheroes, man are lifesavers
Rate yourself, man (Rate yourself)
Jeez, jeez, jeez, jeez
Rate yourself, respect yourself
Man are dapping now, this ain't OnlyFans (What)
Man are selling themselves short (Yeah)
A penny for your thoughts (Truss)
Wait, lemme write this down
