(Intro) Yeah, wake up, flip mode, syrup drip slow, Golden brown rounds stacked up, let the whip flow. (Verse 1) Flippin’ batter like a chemist, in the kitchen with precision, Stackin’ riches like my dishes, got the syrup in position. Butter glisten, got ‘em listenin’, whippin’ up the vision, Drizzle maple on the paper, let it soak into the wisdom. Ayy, watch the steam rise, watch the dream rise, Toss the skillet, let it pivot, make the team live. Cinnamon swirls in my literature twirls, Got my cadence so flagrant, it’s syrupy pearls. (Hook) Stacks on stacks, yeah, the plate too high, Drip too thick, got the game on fry. Stacks on stacks, make the heat go wild, Flipped six times, now the crowd go wow! (Verse 2) Crisp at the edge, but the center still soft, Like the bars that I chef, got ‘em meltin’ right off. I ain't talkin’ IHOP when I drop that heat, But I got ‘em lined up like they need that feast. Flour power, I devour, got the batter on the beat, Sweet sixteen bars, let ‘em stack up neat. A little butter in the gutter, watch the hunger increase, Boy, I’m cookin’ up a sermon like I’m bringin’ the feast! (Bridge) Whip it, mix it, flip it, twist it, Pancake prophet, let ‘em bear witness. Golden, holdin’, dough unfoldin’, This that breakfast rap, yeah, bars stay molten. (Hook) Stacks on stacks, yeah, the plate too high, Drip too thick, got the game on fry. Stacks on stacks, make the heat go wild, Flipped six times, now the crowd go wow! (Outro) Flour in my fingers, syrup in my soul, Pancakes on the table, let the rhythm roll. Batter up, I ain't talkin’ baseball pitches, But I stay in the kitchen with the syrup game vicious!