Recipe
Yes indeed
In the kitchen whippin' up
I got recipes
Ain't no fake ones round me
Only real ones standing next to me
Circle full of bosses
So, come and chase a check with me
Said they didn't want a piece
They really want the rest of me
Can't be stuck on the past
That's a rack
And I said what I meant
That's on that
I'm the best at what I do
That's a fact
I show love
But I won't get attached
Girls be like there he go
Got them pumped like Texaco
Got fans out in Mexico
Telling me I'm next to blow
Can't hang with no messy folks
Full of lies, Pinocchio
Talk too much, can't text no more
Really though
I need it all
A hundred percent, don't need no middle man
I'm way too up
And you can't treat me like no simple man
Fire in my heart and in my sign
Don't test my temper man
Hit the studio
I just got the pack from Vicious man
And I be the freshest prince
That's not from Bel-Air
And I'm way too cold, too cold
I need a Montclair
And she super bad, she thick
But she got no hair
And I need my chips with the dip
I'm talking Rotel
Yes indeed
In the kitchen whippin' up
I got recipes
Ain't no fake ones round me
Only real ones standing next to me
Circle full of bosses
So, come and chase a check with me
Said they didn't want a piece
They really want the rest of me
Can't be stuck on the past
That's a rack
And I said what I meant
That's on that
I'm the best at what I do
That's a fact
I show love
But I won't get attached
Mama love what I do
But I know she have her doubts
Pops he just see me rapping
Don't know what it's bout
Still provide for my brothers
Even in a drought
My words a loaded
And I swear I air it out
Draw attention, I don't trace
Bout my time, I don't waste
Foreign women, expensive taste
I look good, I feel great
Olidipo, ball at pace
All my problems won't erase
See my problems face to face
Now I travel place to place
Got the crowd they jumping, jumping
And that's all they bumping, bumping
Oh yea!
Rocket off, I'm launching, Launching
Started out with nothing, nothing
Made it into something, something
Oh yea!
Yes indeed
In the kitchen whippin' up
I got recipes
Ain't no fake ones round me
Only real ones standing next to me
Circle full of bosses
So, come and chase a check with me
Said they didn't want a piece
They really want the rest of me
Got the crowd they jumping, jumping
And that's all they bumping, bumping
Oh yea!
Rocket off, I'm launching, Launching
Started out with nothing, nothing
Made it into something, something
Oh yea!
In the kitchen whippin' up
I got recipes
Ain't no fake ones round me
Only real ones standing next to me
Circle full of bosses
So, come and chase a check with me
Said they didn't want a piece
They really want the rest of me
Can't be stuck on the past
That's a rack
And I said what I meant
That's on that
I'm the best at what I do
That's a fact
I show love
But I won't get attached
Girls be like there he go
Got them pumped like Texaco
Got fans out in Mexico
Telling me I'm next to blow
Can't hang with no messy folks
Full of lies, Pinocchio
Talk too much, can't text no more
Really though
I need it all
A hundred percent, don't need no middle man
I'm way too up
And you can't treat me like no simple man
Fire in my heart and in my sign
Don't test my temper man
Hit the studio
I just got the pack from Vicious man
And I be the freshest prince
That's not from Bel-Air
And I'm way too cold, too cold
I need a Montclair
And she super bad, she thick
But she got no hair
And I need my chips with the dip
I'm talking Rotel
Yes indeed
In the kitchen whippin' up
I got recipes
Ain't no fake ones round me
Only real ones standing next to me
Circle full of bosses
So, come and chase a check with me
Said they didn't want a piece
They really want the rest of me
Can't be stuck on the past
That's a rack
And I said what I meant
That's on that
I'm the best at what I do
That's a fact
I show love
But I won't get attached
Mama love what I do
But I know she have her doubts
Pops he just see me rapping
Don't know what it's bout
Still provide for my brothers
Even in a drought
My words a loaded
And I swear I air it out
Draw attention, I don't trace
Bout my time, I don't waste
Foreign women, expensive taste
I look good, I feel great
Olidipo, ball at pace
All my problems won't erase
See my problems face to face
Now I travel place to place
Got the crowd they jumping, jumping
And that's all they bumping, bumping
Oh yea!
Rocket off, I'm launching, Launching
Started out with nothing, nothing
Made it into something, something
Oh yea!
Yes indeed
In the kitchen whippin' up
I got recipes
Ain't no fake ones round me
Only real ones standing next to me
Circle full of bosses
So, come and chase a check with me
Said they didn't want a piece
They really want the rest of me
Got the crowd they jumping, jumping
And that's all they bumping, bumping
Oh yea!
Rocket off, I'm launching, Launching
Started out with nothing, nothing
Made it into something, something
Oh yea!
Credits
Writer(s): Jeffery Ogonna Ugwuanyi, Marcus Jerome Anderson
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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