Tats on my body
It's death or I'm riding
Fist to the sky got black power
I'm plotting
Shitting on you niggas
Y'all spit like a potty
Portable flow
Put that shit in my pocket
Gassed up my tank
Blast off like a rocket
Didn't think I could do it
But shit just keep coming
Got jokes like comedian
But you ain't funny
You say that you better
Lil' boy you a dummy
Cus' I got the recipe yuh
I got the recipe yuh
I got the recipe yuh
Yuh
Yuh bitch
I got the recipe bitch
I got the recipe
Betta put yo glasses on
Cus' shit ain't what it seem
All these smoke and mirrors
Think I might be in a dream
Gotta stay focused
Motherf*cker all I see is green
And that pressure on can't choke it
Bitch I gotta succeed
Why
I got the sauce on me
I got the cup no tea
Secure the gas cant breath
I got the bag on me
I just copped a check
Got to pull up clean
Wanna place a bet
Yeah that's on me
You tired go to bed
Imma be up eating
It's no time for rest
Imma M-A-chine
No blueprint
But I got the recipe
I got the recipe
Yuh I got the recipe
I got I got the recipe
I got the recipe