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The Secret Recipe
Yeah Allegedly, they figured out that I'm the
secret recipe The
baddest hoes gon' test the
E, then blame the
high for wanting sex I
never wanted peace, fuck all the
opps, I
support Malcolm X
The
stack of chains is just a
front Overtaxed and underwhelming, your jeweler pulled a
major stunt I
don't smoke weed, already blunt, all of my cars, I
had to hunt My doggy young as hell but still'll step, we call him baby runt Like window shoppers, I
see through every front I
speak on what I
need, I
foresee everything I
want I
block out anything I
hate and still the
hardest, still unpaid The
notice went unseen, the
tenants too relaxed The
standards have collapsed, they wrote me in with lames They treat me like I'm them, they hate I
overcame Refuse to pat my back, refuse to shake my hand Refuse to give me props when I
am not around Refuse to act like I
ain't shift the
sound, like I
ain't push the
culture Like several vultures, ain't come after me Like several vultures, ain't come after me, still, I
keep it P
Yeah, we still digress, and I'm playing checkers, I
ain't playing chess 'Cause I
don't go 'round on niggas, we go over niggas I'll show you niggas, I'm personally nothing like ya and plus I
never liked ya I'm rich as hell, I'd never fight you, I'll have somebody snipe you My doggy lucky on the
edge, holding on by a
thread Just like a
kite, it wouldn't cost a
price And even if it did, it always be right, just like I'm Bob Barker When I
speak, pay attention, go over my words like highlight markers My only celebrity crush is Nikki Parker They said I
got a
type, said all my hoes, they look the
same, they said they look too light Peep my cup, betcha couldn't tell that it was Sprite I
give a
fuck about her face, she walking with a
bamski, I'ma strike For real (Yeah) I'ma strike (It's us) I'ma strike, uh Cole and Yachty, coming for they respect, come and pay your debt Just like a
travel pillow, we at your neck for the
way you slept This nuance, but I
see hella influence in the
way you dress The
way you sound, the
way you try to move You try to stay abreast on all the
latest flows and the
latest tones from generation next Y'all chasing relevance, it's evidenced by the
way you step As for me, I
cook so masterfully, ain't gotta pay a
chef I'm older now, but still, I'm cutting edge, I'm like a
bayonet From out the
'Ville, we OSHA certified You gotta wear your vest, too many homicides A
lotta sliding, they good at making decks Thanks to God, I
made it out the
city, most would say I'm blessed My greatest flex is that I
made a
milli', feel like I'm Bangladesh I
hate the
press, refusing interviews whenever they request Niggas fake-progressive and woke, I
started saying less I
had to stop it, peeped how they profit off of racial stress Some activists got so rich, they prolly wish we stay oppressed Studio steppers moving extra on songs, faking rep Only breaking bad in the
lab, thought y'all was making meth Niggas making threats and I
laugh, that's 'cause you ain't a
threat Don't ask how I
feel 'bout no rappers, shit, they okay, I
guess Incoming call, press the
button, the
one that say accept He FaceTime to ask for a
feature and saw the
face of death I'm on your song, your streams going up, not quite the
Drake effect But don't complain, bitch, take what you get and cut the
label check My table set, I
dine on your favorite, one verse'll take his breath I
prolly put more niggas on pause than Cam and Mason Beth My agent get a
whole lotta calls, it's like he paid the
ref These bitches out here looking like Steph on the
late contest Wide open, shooting they shot, don't even waste your breath I
been stop fucking you thots, ain't got no patience left Save that shit for one of them niggas that rock the
fake Pateks My paper stretched just like a
Laker before he break a
sweat Signed, the
greatest yet
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