Platnum - The Recipe Lyrics

Blow up this mic, promise no one after me Crown on my head, I'm a king, this is majesty
Far ahead in this bitch, no one passin' me The target is your f*ckin' forehead, I'ma
Blast this heat Take a two-piece, and I promise you, you go
To sleep F*ck with my piece, and I promise you, it's

Gettin' deep Smokin' all chronic, hot boxin' when we in
The Jeep Lefty hoes said this cease, tryna f*ck with
Me
Brass knuckles on, my fist gone, close your teeth

Oklahoma shotgun, boom, right up in your teeth
Oklahoma bullet, it will lift you right off your feet
Before you hit the ground, you already know the feeling of defeat
Sharp like an ax, I'ma cut your whole f*ckin' tree

Dog, I'm a giant, crushin' everything next to me
Up in the kitchen, and I'm whippin' up the recipe
So far ahead in this bitch, no one next to me
Shit, light one up, keep it lit Good with the hands when it comes to this fightin

Shit This a whole new style, I ain't bitin' shit
Dog, I'll smash this mic with a titan grip I heard your ass on the mic, I call bullshit
Dog, I heard your raps, you on some bullshit Man, I will knock out your teeth just to prove
Shit Step to me, and you got the belt, you will

Lose it