The Recipe
Can't let you close to me
Been through too much, I'm scarred
Wish I ain't ever see
Some of the shit I can't speak on
I know they still thinking we beefin' so I gotta prove'em wrong
I should've done'em wrong
But sorry that's not in my character
Stop the comparison
Really don't hang with nobody
Yea I move in silence
Please don't get wrong, I'll embarrass ya
Hope you don't marry her
I gotta carry my
City, they need me
I feel like neighborhood hero
I only wear capes in the night
In the morning I'm leaving her
You still believing her
Which way is right (huh)
Trynna go a whole other direction
I ain't no follower, don't want no instructions
Gotta go harder and they still ain't listening
Yea I turned up the volume, gottem rockin'
Better blame it on the alcohol
Cause I do it for my people
We be too turnt up
I got thugs
I got Europeans
All of this money I got in my pocket
It came from a hustle
I'm straight from the projects
Don't know bout no silver spoon
I risk it all for my people
I hope that they do it too
Big drip
I pour and she sip sip
I was hitting them licks
I go homies that's big D.I.P
They deep in the projects
She focused on being my side chick
Know that I'm solid
That grass it ain't greener
My youngins they wildin
This world filled with demons
Im focuses on bread
I feel like I'm a stylist
Yeah, the way that I dress the beat
None of my opps be addressing me
Look at me now look at me now, Yea
I got the recipe
I can drive whatever car I want
Straight off the lot with a fake ID
I got time time time
To be wherever I wanna be
Yea The way that I dress the beat
None of my opps be addressing me
Look at me now look at me now, Yea
I got the recipe
I know that you hatin
I know that you mad lil homie
Mad that you heard me on yo radio
It ain't my fault that I got much bigger
Got everything back that you thought I lost
Can't let you close to me
Been through too much, I'm scarred
Wish I ain't ever see
Some of this shit I can't speak on
I know they still thinking we beefin' so I gotta prove'em wrong
I should've done'em wrong
But sorry that's not in my character
Stop the comparison
Really don't hang with nobody
Yea I move in silence
Please don't get wrong, I'll embarrass ya
Been through too much, I'm scarred
Wish I ain't ever see
Some of the shit I can't speak on
I know they still thinking we beefin' so I gotta prove'em wrong
I should've done'em wrong
But sorry that's not in my character
Stop the comparison
Really don't hang with nobody
Yea I move in silence
Please don't get wrong, I'll embarrass ya
Hope you don't marry her
I gotta carry my
City, they need me
I feel like neighborhood hero
I only wear capes in the night
In the morning I'm leaving her
You still believing her
Which way is right (huh)
Trynna go a whole other direction
I ain't no follower, don't want no instructions
Gotta go harder and they still ain't listening
Yea I turned up the volume, gottem rockin'
Better blame it on the alcohol
Cause I do it for my people
We be too turnt up
I got thugs
I got Europeans
All of this money I got in my pocket
It came from a hustle
I'm straight from the projects
Don't know bout no silver spoon
I risk it all for my people
I hope that they do it too
Big drip
I pour and she sip sip
I was hitting them licks
I go homies that's big D.I.P
They deep in the projects
She focused on being my side chick
Know that I'm solid
That grass it ain't greener
My youngins they wildin
This world filled with demons
Im focuses on bread
I feel like I'm a stylist
Yeah, the way that I dress the beat
None of my opps be addressing me
Look at me now look at me now, Yea
I got the recipe
I can drive whatever car I want
Straight off the lot with a fake ID
I got time time time
To be wherever I wanna be
Yea The way that I dress the beat
None of my opps be addressing me
Look at me now look at me now, Yea
I got the recipe
I know that you hatin
I know that you mad lil homie
Mad that you heard me on yo radio
It ain't my fault that I got much bigger
Got everything back that you thought I lost
Can't let you close to me
Been through too much, I'm scarred
Wish I ain't ever see
Some of this shit I can't speak on
I know they still thinking we beefin' so I gotta prove'em wrong
I should've done'em wrong
But sorry that's not in my character
Stop the comparison
Really don't hang with nobody
Yea I move in silence
Please don't get wrong, I'll embarrass ya
Credits
Writer(s): Quindon Buckley
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