Recipe

Yeah

I got the recipe

**** tryna eat

Tryna eat, ****

I got the recipe, yeah

You know I did that street thing

Came in the industry, ****

I ain't asked them **** let me in the door

Kicked that muhfucker open, ****, industry invasion

Show you how to sway that rice, I got the recipe

Who you think they got it from? I got that recipe

Hustlin' 101, I got that recipe

The one and only young, I got that recipe

Uh, scale and the key, boil the right ingredients

So much paper, ****, they gon' think you're reading it

Me and Mike WiLL, we cook up on the spot, boy

You gon' need to stir it, no need for a top, boy

Uh, I'm a hustler, I been hustling my whole life

Like my uncle Robert, yeah, he love to shoot dice

**** ever in doubt, I say the hustler’s prayer

And it's so cold in my heart, it ain't nothing there

All about the Benjamins, I'm screaming, likewise

Before my **** moving weeds like it's pot pies

I just want a two-door with some tan seats

Earrings so big, look like a set of Beats

Yeah, they thought that I was dead, I got nine lives

Pussy **** want me dead, you had nine tries

Shit, I’m smoking so loud, we called the ambulance

So many racks in my pocket, like some Hammer pants

Uh, think it's sweet and clip be longer than a grapevine

You know these **** love money, but they hate time

I'm connected in these streets just like Wi-Fi

Kid, when I'm off in the streets just like Fly Ty

Show you how to sway that rice, I got the recipe

Who you think they got it from? I got that recipe

Hustling 101, I got that recipe

The one and only young, I got that recipe

Uh, scale and the key boil the right ingredients

So much paper, ****, they gon' think you're reading it

Me and Mike WiLL, we cook up on the spot, boy

You gon' need to stir it, no need for a top, boy

If we talking 'bout them stamps, you know who be the champ

Tryna get that extra money, so we sold 'em damp

Live the savage life done made your boy a renegade

I've been ballin' all my life, I need some Gatorade

Uh, bitch, I see, my first mill' in the tenth grade

You let me hide these hoes here, you know the rent paid

They say I'm paranoid, I'm trusting no one

That **** Bobby tried to set me up in '01

Saw them red and blue lights, I had a hard nine

Thought I had a heart attack, but hey, my heart fine

The way I talk that yayo shit, I know you like that

And when I talk that yayo shit, ain't gotta write that

Uh, **** on that monkey shit, I got that F&H

Keepin' for that monkey shit and I ain't talkin' Bape

Draped up in this Valentino camouflage

I'm war ready, might just paint the Bentley camouflage

Show you how to sway that rice, I got the recipe

Who you think they got it from? I got that recipe

Hustlin' 101, I got that recipe

The one and only young, I got that recipe

Uh, scale and the key boil the right ingredients

So much paper, ****, they gon' think you're reading it

Me and Mike WiLL we cook up on the spot, boy

You gon' need to stir it, no need for a top, boy, uh

Yeah, uh, I got it

One thing about me, ****

If I say it it gon' check out, ****

We been out here for decades, shit don't stop

**** try to be what I was when I first came in the game, ****

Fuck kinda shit that is, ****?

Hustlin' backwards, hustlin'

When I cook that shit up, I got that recipe

Chef Boyar-Young

I get it done, ****

Four, get you a nine

Eighteen gets you thirty-six

And bein' a real **** gets you here

Solid like a rock or a brick for that matter

Yeah, want the recipe?

'Cause I got it