The Secret Recipe

Yeah

Allegedly, they figured out that I'm the secret recipe
The baddest - gon' test the E, then blame the high for wantin' -
I never wanted peace, f- all the opps, I support Malcolm X
The stack of chains is just a front
Overtaxed and underwhelming, your jeweler pulled a major stunt
I don't smoke weed, already blunt, all of my cars, I had to hunt
My doggy young as hell but still'll step, we call him baby runt
Like window shoppers, I see through every front

I speak on what I need, I foresee everything I want
I block out anything I hate and still the hardest, still unpaid
The notice went unseen, the tenants too relaxed
The standards have collapsed, they wrote me in with lames
They treat me like I'm them, they hate I overcame
Refuse to pat my back, refuse to shake my hand
Refuse to give me props when I am not around
Refuse to act like I ain't shift the sound, like I ain't push the culture

Like several vultures ain't come after me
Like several vultures ain't come after me, still, I keep it P
Yeah, we still digress, and I'm playin' checkers, I ain't playin' chess
'Cause I don't go 'round on -, we go over -
I'll show you -, I'm personally nothin' like ya and plus I never liked you
I'm rich as hell, I'd never fight you, I'll have somebody snipe you
My doggy lucky on the edge, holdin' on by a thread
Just like a kite, it wouldn't cost a price

And even if it did, it always be right, just like I'm Bob Barker
When I speak, pay attention, go over my words like highlight markers
My only celebrity crush is Nikki Parker
They said, "I got a type," said, "All my -, they look the same"
They said, "They look too light"
Peep my cup, bet you couldn't tell that it was Sprite
I give a - about her face, she walkin' with a bamski, I'ma strike

(Yeah)
I'ma strike (it's us)
I'ma strike, uh

Cole and Yachty, comin' for they respect, come and pay your debt
Just like a travel pillow, we at your neck for the way you slept
This nuance, but I see hella influence in the way you dress
The way you sound, the way you try to move
You try to stay abreast on all the latest flows and latest tones from Generation X
Y'all chasing relevance, it's evidenced by the way you step
As for me, I cook so masterfully, ain't gotta pay a chef
I'm older now, but still, I'm cuttin' edge, I'm like a bayonet

From out the 'Ville, we OSHA certified, you gotta wear your vest
Too many homicides, a lot of slidin', they good at makin' decks
Thanks to God, I made it out the city, most would say I'm blessed
My greatest flex is that I made a milli', feel like I'm Bangladesh
I hate the press, refusin' interviews whenever they request
N- fake-progressive and woke, I started sayin' less
I had to stop it, peeped how they profit off of racial stress
Some activists got so rich, they prolly wish we stay oppressed

Studio steppers movin' extra on songs, fakin' rep
Only breakin' bad in the lab, thought y'all was makin' meth
N- makin' threats and I laugh, that's 'cause you ain't a threat
Don't ask how I feel 'bout no rappers, -, they okay, I guess
Incomin' call, press the button, the one that say accept
He FaceTime to ask for a feature and saw the face of death
I'm on your song, your streams goin' up, not quite the Drake effect
But don't complain, -, take what you get and cut the label check

My table set, I dine on your favorite, one verse'll take his breath
I prolly put more n- on pause than Cam and Mason Beth
My agent get a whole lot of calls, it's like he paid the ref
These b- out here lookin' like Steph on the late contest
Wide open, shootin' they shot, don't even waste your breath
I been stop f- you thots, ain't got no patience left
Save that - for one of them n- that rock the fake Pateks
My paper stretched just like a Laker before he break a sweat
Signed, the greatest yet