The Recipe

T-Tastebook
T-Tastebook
Ladies and gentlemen, T-Tastebook

I woke up on a swindle, I came up in an era of credentials
Disrespect and we doing in your dentals
I just picked a million days in a rental
The other days, I was waiting on a bus stop
It's a cold game when the bus don't stop
So I grind all night like a robot
The day's cold, homie, and the night's hot

'Cause nobody gon' give a nigga shit, 'cause
I stay persisted through the hiccups
And on hood, a lot of niggas got me fucked up
But it's just not checkers when they lugs up
You sittin' in a room 'cause you fucked up
I know your last wish that you never fuck with us
But, you know how the mafia go, you know
What you reap is what you sow

Uh, you wanna eat or do you want the glow?
That's a lot of stuff to sleep, and I know
They had no idea I was gonna blow
Now they livin' in the pre-owned, in they seat

Hey, you ain't know I had the recipe
I was taught to cook, watch and see
I'ma have the game hangin' like apostrophes
And I know it ain't a nigga that's as hot as me, so

You ain't know I had the recipe
I was taught to cook, watch and see
I'ma have the game hangin' like apostrophes
And I know it ain't a nigga that's as hot as me, so

Seven minutes 'til my niggas doin' whore time
Everybody by themself in them whore times
And there ain't a lot of friends left in the world
A lot of homies eatin' oysters, ain't seen pearls

And niggas ain't comin' 'round 'til after burials
It's wicked in the city, nigga, I know
Tryna stand so firm on my tiptoe
You talkin' hella shit, but you a bitch, though (hey)
Just a little slick lip, ho
If a hater get offended, I say so
You don't know about my story, you about to know
A lot of pain, a lot of glory, I'm irreparable

Would you rather be dead or be a vegetable?
A lot of niggas ain't here have the extras, though
Since a kid, I had the extra glow
Since granny used to fix 'em, play with vegetables (hey)
Choc made the beat, I'ma let you know
The swindle never dies, it just keeps comin' back
I put it to existence, then I put it on the map

You ain't know I had the recipe
I was taught to cook, watch and see
I'ma have the game hangin' like apostrophes
And I know it ain't a nigga that's as hot as me, so

You ain't know I had the recipe
I was taught to cook, watch and see
I'ma have the game hangin' like apostrophes
'Cause I know it ain't a nigga that's as hot as me, so

T-Tastebook
T-Tastebook
Ladies and gentlemen, T-Tastebook