The Recipe - No Excuses (feat. MVND & So Vicious) Lyrics

I'm a San Francisco giant, Music business tyrant
All about my gouda, Music business compliant Wanna Get your music Money up, I'm your Suppliant
Leaving money on the Table when you niggas Defiant
Stack my crumbs, build My pie tevenues comin' In, Don't split that pie

Like the slogan goes, Nigga,why ask why jg Wentworth, I want it right Now
But I'll be right back, I got A flight to catch right now
Thailand when the recipe Touchdown point me to The good greens, I need Them good
Greens still goin' bonkers, But not charlie sheen

Passport bro, player pro Recipe goin' international
No smoke, high-octane Gas I cook bars, and I'm Gon' spit em fast

A to the Pay, find a way to Get paid I don't gotta Swipe a screen if I'm tryna
Get laid I been a hustler, Baby, since minimum Wage

I never been afraid to get Up on the stage got gold On my neck, slight flex, a Lot of
Cheese In the vet, bitch, I Used to push the Odyssey
The world is yours, no Apostrophe, I can't be Ignored
Systabilical core, been Droppin' quality Cause Every since teen feel like It Was a part of it

If me If you put in enough Work, maybe turn to Probably
I think she tryna swallow Me, she askin' bout Astrology
I'm tryna get a piece of Brain like lobotomy Half Y'all niggas really owe me An apology
I'm with the recipe, we Rollin' broccoli and Countin' cheese

Bitch, please don't bother Me, you out here cuttin' Onions
I'm tryna get paid, yeah, I'm tryna get that money
A to the pay, find a way to Get paid I don't gotta Swipe a screen if I'm tryna
Get laid I been a hustler, Baby, since minimum Wage

I never been afraid to get Up on the stage