The Recipe
Baby I got the Recipe (Yeah)
I been workin everyday, Trying to maintain
This is my destiny. God know i'm giving all I got
I'm runnin it up incrementally. Cause i'm tryin yeah he blessin me
Stayin clear of the devilry, mind flowin with empathy
Baby I got the Recipe
You can see it written in my scars, the work, is sure to have clarity
Since a young man, I always wanted my own shit in this peasantry
Manifested and now I see better things
Cold rhymes drippin' with complexity
Kickin' shit like John Wayne in the 70s
I talked to God he was tellin' me
Stay on my grind, Be mindful of time
Son all of your work, It impresses me
I see your destined for greater things
I guess I can deem you necessity, And I don't mean hypothetically
Just stay in yo lane and keep driving
Yo time is gon' come as you climbing. (Yeah)
(I got the Recipe, I got the Recipe, Swear I
I got the Recipe, I got the Recipe
Yeah I, I got the Recipe, I got the, I got the
Swear I, I got the Recipe, Yeah I got the Recipe, Yeah)
Baby I got the Recipe, manifested the work
My wrist got tired from doing the dirt
Momma goin berserk, pockets stressed out, high on the herb
This won't be my pedigree. They gon' off the Recipe
And now they suspectin' me
I guess they elected me, I am the boss, I am director in command
Ain't no arrestin' me
They pulled me over, I had 4 Bands in my hand
Don't start upsetting me. Roll out like a paraplea (Skrrt)
They lovin' the Recipe. And now they caressin' me
(I got the Recipe, I got the Recipe, Swear I
I got the Recipe, I got the Recipe
Yeah I, I got the Recipe, I got the, I got the
Swear I, I got the Recipe, Yeah, I got the Recipe, Yeah)
I got the Recipe. Back in the day, I was down, I'm the man now
My God keep blessin me, I was down bad
Put in work and he helped me out
These bitches is stressful to me
I'll never break a bank just for a bitch
I'll rather get money and employ a bitch, who'd
Rather get money and watch mortgages
I dont seek attention cause the haters be cramping my style
The Recipe brand new, Have you king of the town
She gon' buss it open for a nigga with the wrist work packed down
Nose packed now. Shawty done slammed it like Smackdown ugh
Shawty den slammed it like Smackdown
I got the pack now. I got the Recipe
Lil nigga i'm back now. (yeah) (yeah yeah) Aye
Lil nigga I'm back now. I got the Recipe. I got the Recipe, Yeah
I been workin everyday, Trying to maintain
This is my destiny. God know i'm giving all I got
I'm runnin it up incrementally. Cause i'm tryin yeah he blessin me
Stayin clear of the devilry, mind flowin with empathy
Baby I got the Recipe
You can see it written in my scars, the work, is sure to have clarity
Since a young man, I always wanted my own shit in this peasantry
Manifested and now I see better things
Cold rhymes drippin' with complexity
Kickin' shit like John Wayne in the 70s
I talked to God he was tellin' me
Stay on my grind, Be mindful of time
Son all of your work, It impresses me
I see your destined for greater things
I guess I can deem you necessity, And I don't mean hypothetically
Just stay in yo lane and keep driving
Yo time is gon' come as you climbing. (Yeah)
(I got the Recipe, I got the Recipe, Swear I
I got the Recipe, I got the Recipe
Yeah I, I got the Recipe, I got the, I got the
Swear I, I got the Recipe, Yeah I got the Recipe, Yeah)
Baby I got the Recipe, manifested the work
My wrist got tired from doing the dirt
Momma goin berserk, pockets stressed out, high on the herb
This won't be my pedigree. They gon' off the Recipe
And now they suspectin' me
I guess they elected me, I am the boss, I am director in command
Ain't no arrestin' me
They pulled me over, I had 4 Bands in my hand
Don't start upsetting me. Roll out like a paraplea (Skrrt)
They lovin' the Recipe. And now they caressin' me
(I got the Recipe, I got the Recipe, Swear I
I got the Recipe, I got the Recipe
Yeah I, I got the Recipe, I got the, I got the
Swear I, I got the Recipe, Yeah, I got the Recipe, Yeah)
I got the Recipe. Back in the day, I was down, I'm the man now
My God keep blessin me, I was down bad
Put in work and he helped me out
These bitches is stressful to me
I'll never break a bank just for a bitch
I'll rather get money and employ a bitch, who'd
Rather get money and watch mortgages
I dont seek attention cause the haters be cramping my style
The Recipe brand new, Have you king of the town
She gon' buss it open for a nigga with the wrist work packed down
Nose packed now. Shawty done slammed it like Smackdown ugh
Shawty den slammed it like Smackdown
I got the pack now. I got the Recipe
Lil nigga i'm back now. (yeah) (yeah yeah) Aye
Lil nigga I'm back now. I got the Recipe. I got the Recipe, Yeah
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Writer(s): David Brown
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