[Verse] Mama in the kitchen, pots on the stove, Collard greens simmer, watch the flavor explode. Sirens in the distance, block lit in blue, I’m vibin’ in the chaos, this city’s my crew. Got the skillet poppin’, yeah, the taste is loud, Hustle in my blood, but I’m cookin’ proud. Greens got that snap, like the streets when they scream, Mama’s magic touch in every leafy dream. [Pre-Chorus] Sirens wail, but I don’t care, Flavor hit, got me in the air. Bounce with the beat, reckless and clean, Life’s a wild ride, just like those greens. [Chorus] Collard greens cookin’ while the sirens scream, Mama got that flavor, livin’ life like a dream. Stackin’ pots high, heat up the whole scene, Trap and taste collide, we the block’s cuisine. Collard greens cookin’ while the sirens scream, Mama got that flavor, livin’ life like a dream. Stackin’ pots high, heat up the whole scene, Trap and taste collide, we the block’s cuisine. [Verse] Whippin’ greens like a chef, streetwise in my stride, Echoes of the sirens, but the vibe won’t hide. Got that husky tone, bounce with the reckless flow, Mama’s secret recipe, everybody know. Phones beepin’, pies heatin’, feel the city’s pulse, In the thick of the hustle, we indulge and convulse. Flavors bold, stories told in the smoke and steam, Mama’s collards fire up my wildest dream. [Pre-Chorus] Sirens wail, but I don’t care, Flavor hit, got me in the air. Bounce with the beat, reckless and clean, Life’s a wild ride, just like those greens. [Chorus] Collard greens cookin’ while the sirens scream, Mama got that flavor, livin’ life like a dream. Stackin’ pots high, heat up the whole scene, Trap and taste collide, we the block’s cuisine. Collard greens cookin’ while the sirens scream, Mama got that flavor, livin’ life like a dream. Stackin’ pots high, heat up the whole scene, Trap and taste collide, we the block’s cuisine. [Bridge] Feel that heat, yeah, it’s risin’ up, Mama’s magic, can’t get enough. Sirens sing along to the pot’s melody, In this wild world, it’s our symphony. [Chorus] Collard greens cookin’ while the sirens scream, Mama got that flavor, livin’ life like a dream. Stackin’ pots high, heat up the whole scene, Trap and taste collide, we the block’s cuisine. Collard greens cookin’ while the sirens scream, Mama got that flavor, livin’ life like a dream. Stackin’ pots high, heat up the whole scene, Trap and taste collide, we the block’s cuisine. [Outro] Sirens fade, but the flavor stays, Mama’s greens in my soul always. Trap beat steady, heart full and lean, Livin’ loud with those collard greens.