Recipe

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Yeah, I got the recipe

Nigga tryna eat

Tryna eat, nigga

I got the recipe, yeah

You know, I did that street thing

I came in the industry, nigga

I ain't ask them niggas to let me in the door

Kicked that mothafucka open, nigga, industry invasion

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Show you how to sway that rice, I got that 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, nigga, they gon' think you're readin' 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

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I'm a hustler, I've been hustlin' my whole life

Like my Uncle Robbie, yeah he love to shoot dice

Nigga ever in doubt, I say the hustler's prayer

And it's so cold in my heart, it ain't nothin' there

All about the Benjamins, I'm screamin' like white

This for my niggas movin' wings like it's Popeye's

I just want a two door with some tan seats

Earring so big, look like a set of Beats

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

Pussy niggas want me dead, you had nine tries

Shit I'm smokin' so loud we call it ambulance

So many racks in my pocket, look like some Hammer pants, uh

Think it's sweet and clip be longer than a grapevine

Just know these niggas love money but they hate time

I'm connected in these streets just like wifi

Keep one eye off in these streets just like fly tower

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Show you how to sway that rice, I got that 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, nigga, they gon' think you're readin' 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

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If we talkin' '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

Bitch I seen my first mil' in the 10th grade

Just let me hide these Os, yeah you know the rent paid

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

That nigga Bobby tried to set me up in '01

Saw the 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 like that

Niggas on that monkey shit, I got the F&H

Keep it for that monkey shit and I ain't talkin' Bape

Draped up in this Valentino camouflage

War ready, I might paint the Bentley camouflage

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Show you how to sway that rice, I got that 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, nigga, they gon' think you're readin' 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

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Yeah, I got it

One thing about me, nigga, if I say it it gon' check out, nigga

We been out here for decades

Shit don't stop

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

Fuck kinda shit that is, nigga?

Hustlin' backwards

Hustlin'

When I cook that shit up, I got that recipe

Chef Boyar-Young

I gets it done, nigga

Four, get you a nine

18 gets you 36

And bein' a real nigga gets you here

Solid... like a rock

Or a brick for that matter

Yeah

Want that recipe?

'Cause I got it