My Recipe ft. Slay Lyrics

Verse 1:

I'm here to wreck d record I record in record time

Nicotine nico-tine smoke it in the nick of time

And that's gangster ion give an F bout a rhyme

Emphasize the ish I'm spitting got my words underlined

Smoked out, took a route on my way to cloud 9

Heard the beat by 7 recorded around 9

Anonymous to cannabis, the art of Michaelangelo

They wonder how I carry this I tell em it is magical

Ironical they want me hanging from a tight rope

That can't happen, have u ever seen a black Pope?

They spell my name wrong every time they write dope

Verses like the gospel yeah I'm bringing back the hope

Ahead of my time, Isaac Newton in a maybach

Slay you've gone commercial mhen u gotta find your way back

To the roots of hip hop, let your lyrics speak up

Make sure that you killing em every time the beat drop

The fact is I'm a rebel on the level Rosa Park is

Killing rappers, in the booth is where I keep the carcass

My heart is the hardest ion need no f**king badges

To badge into the government house so f**k the charges!

Chorus:

My Recipe is one glass of greatness

Two spoons of awesome I hand full of coky

And three grams handsome

Oh lord I’m amazing God Damn x2

Verse2:

Push me off a mountain and watch me walk on d cloud

Right above some airplanes while im humming tunes with my mouth

Thankful to Jehovah and thanking him for his grace

for it’s a miracle this miracle has saved me from disgrace

they told me break a leg and I broke two

I don’t know probably cuz I was hungry and broke too

So carefully ingest this piece of letter I wrote you

With hopes to make you recognize what I go through so true

Im not a gangster rapper I no be gangster sef

We all pick up habits so mentally search yourself

Ive never had a gun in my life ive shot one

Ive never killed a person a murderer I am not one

But what I am and what I do is rap harder than all of you

M.I wanna B’s little Vector copy cats wack rap quack crap trash spitting type of dudes

Jack of all trades and a master of every single one

A man with 22 guns and bullets in every single one

Im armed to the teeth Im strapped to every single verteba

Prepared for the worst and that’s in every single category (Im gone.. beast)

Chorus:

My Recipe is one glass of greatness

Two spoons of awesome I hand full of coky

And three grams handsome

Oh lord I’m amazing God Damn x2