The Perfect Recipe

Look, I said work smarter, not harder than niggas argued with me
If your mind's trapped inside that system, then don't bother with me
Doing this is hard enough, so I give y'all the details
Of all the cards that he's dealt, it's really hard to call my bluff

Emotions that I bottle up, press record, they all erupt
Cause when you creating, your mind ignores the pain the trauma caused
Seen fiends nodding off, hot wire, drive it off
Bullet holes inside my car from niggas thinking I'm involved

My cousin doing drop-offs from this block to that block
Coming home with what I would describe back then as fat knots
And me, I'm just pressing CDs and trying to package them
My sister had my niece at 18, we thought that that was young

Got kicked out of Catholic school, now I'm at the public one
Everybody stay around the way, I don't know none of them
I'm so used to uniforms, school clothes, what are those
Spent the little dough, I did get on my Girbauds

Maybe that'll make the jokes stop
But nothing that they ever said could make these headphones stop
See this the shit they don't got, and this the shit they can't do
Power off inside the crib again, go get the candles
And we gon' get it handled
See Pop had a good job, then Pop got sick
Then Interscope let him go, they act like he not shit
With all these plaques on our wall, damn he ain't do none
This Blackstreet no diggity, this Kirk Franklin Stomp
Man, fuck these companies, I get my game from mom
I put myself on, ironically they named me Don
I got a job telemarketing, so hold on, I just talk to them

And try to get these guys to subscribe to what we offering
No problem, turns out that I'm really good at selling shit
Money in my pocket, Pop, I'm hoping I can help with this
He said, hold on, boy, I'm the parent, I take care of you

Keep all of your money, you just do the thing you here to do
Say less, lay away this Avirex
Fake Parasuco but you know I'm looking way fresh
I never went back to get the jacket though, and what do you know
My nigga Pro said he was me and used all my dough
Ain't this a bitch
A little bit of that, a little bit of this
Stir it up, give that shit a mix

I am who I am, so it is what it is, yeah
Okay
See, I realize going through life, right
Like, some shit could be beautiful, some shit could be ugly

You know, cute, horrible, whatever
But all that shit mixed together, it still makes you who you are
The situation still shape you
So it was all kind of beautiful in the end, cause you're beautiful now

That's the perfect recipe