I got my recipe right
Cookin' it up like a chef
In the gym all through the night
I just been gettin' them reps
Been doin' this shit all my life
And I'm doin' this shit to my death
They tried to put me on ice
But you know I'm a make that shit melt
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
And if you cannot get right
You finna end up gettin' left
I'm in a fight with the vice
And I'm about to pull out the tec
I can't be afraid of these heights
I'm not goin' back to the depths
No no no no
No I can't go under gotta make these numbers
I been in the dungeon grindin' till the sun up
If you look through my Ray-Bans you gon' see a tunnel
Yeah a tunnel a funnel
I can't have no excuse but I can find a ton of 'em
My demons on the loose I gotta hide and run from
And all these niggas new so I ain't trustin' none of em
How could I trust a nigga who go Hollywood before they make it to Hollywood that shit don't make no sense
Nigga that means you probably would be late on payin' the rent
Nigga that means you probably could end up layin' in a tent
Nigga I probably could end up f*ckin' on your bitch
But I don't want your bitch
That bitch ain't thick
Niggas be stealin' the swag man I would've thought that a nigga was grinch
If I see a nigga move bad he can't come close not even an inch
Gotta cut off everybody leeching' and suckin'
Only hit me up when you need me for something
This money goin' up I increase from the budget
The label call I need a mill at least I ain't budgin
No discussions
I know what I'm worth I do my beats and production
No need for rushin' yeah
I got my recipe right
Cookin' it up like a chef
In the gym all through the night
I just been gettin' them reps
Been doin' this shit all my life
And I'm doin' this shit till my death
They tried to put me on ice
But you know I'ma make this shit melt
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
And if you cannot get right
You finna end up gettin' left
I'm in a fight with the vice
And I'm about to pull out the tec
I can't be afraid of these heights I'm not goin' back to the depths
No no no no
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I got my recipe right
Cookin' it up like a chef
In the gym all through the night
I just been gettin' them reps
Been doin' this shit all my life
And I'm doin' this shit to my death
They tried to put me on ice
But you know I'm a make that shit melt
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
And if you cannot get right
You finna end up gettin' left
I'm in a fight with the vice
And I'm about to pull out the tec
I can't be afraid of these heights
I'm not goin' back to the depths
No no no no
No I can't go under gotta make these numbers
I been in the dungeon grindin' till the sun up
If you look through my Ray-Bans you gon' see a tunnel
Yeah a tunnel a funnel
I can't have no excuse but I can find a ton of 'em
My demons on the loose I gotta hide and run from
And all these niggas new so I ain't trustin' none of em
How could I trust a nigga who go Hollywood before they make it to Hollywood that shit don't make no sense
Nigga that means you probably would be late on payin' the rent
Nigga that means you probably could end up layin' in a tent
Nigga I probably could end up f*ckin' on your bitch
But I don't want your bitch
That bitch ain't thick
Niggas be stealin' the swag man I would've thought that a nigga was grinch
If I see a nigga move bad he can't come close not even an inch
Gotta cut off everybody leeching' and suckin'
Only hit me up when you need me for something
This money goin' up I increase from the budget
The label call I need a mill at least I ain't budgin
No discussions
I know what I'm worth I do my beats and production
No need for rushin' yeah
I got my recipe right
Cookin' it up like a chef
In the gym all through the night
I just been gettin' them reps
Been doin' this shit all my life
And I'm doin' this shit till my death
They tried to put me on ice
But you know I'ma make this shit melt
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
And if you cannot get right
You finna end up gettin' left
I'm in a fight with the vice
And I'm about to pull out the tec
I can't be afraid of these heights I'm not goin' back to the depths
No no no no
Cookin' it up like a chef
In the gym all through the night
I just been gettin' them reps
Been doin' this shit all my life
And I'm doin' this shit to my death
They tried to put me on ice
But you know I'm a make that shit melt
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
And if you cannot get right
You finna end up gettin' left
I'm in a fight with the vice
And I'm about to pull out the tec
I can't be afraid of these heights
I'm not goin' back to the depths
No no no no
No I can't go under gotta make these numbers
I been in the dungeon grindin' till the sun up
If you look through my Ray-Bans you gon' see a tunnel
Yeah a tunnel a funnel
I can't have no excuse but I can find a ton of 'em
My demons on the loose I gotta hide and run from
And all these niggas new so I ain't trustin' none of em
How could I trust a nigga who go Hollywood before they make it to Hollywood that shit don't make no sense
Nigga that means you probably would be late on payin' the rent
Nigga that means you probably could end up layin' in a tent
Nigga I probably could end up f*ckin' on your bitch
But I don't want your bitch
That bitch ain't thick
Niggas be stealin' the swag man I would've thought that a nigga was grinch
If I see a nigga move bad he can't come close not even an inch
Gotta cut off everybody leeching' and suckin'
Only hit me up when you need me for something
This money goin' up I increase from the budget
The label call I need a mill at least I ain't budgin
No discussions
I know what I'm worth I do my beats and production
No need for rushin' yeah
I got my recipe right
Cookin' it up like a chef
In the gym all through the night
I just been gettin' them reps
Been doin' this shit all my life
And I'm doin' this shit till my death
They tried to put me on ice
But you know I'ma make this shit melt
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
And if you cannot get right
You finna end up gettin' left
I'm in a fight with the vice
And I'm about to pull out the tec
I can't be afraid of these heights I'm not goin' back to the depths
No no no no
Writer: Travis Robertson
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