The Recipe

[Intro]
Ah shit, yeah. No Cosign Just Cocaine 2. I'm very confident these days, I'll tell you that. Eastside, nigga. Detroit. Let me do what y'all came to see real quick

[Verse]
If you listening start envisioning a long line of coke (Line of coke)
Timeless dope, them other niggas rhymes a dime of soap (Yeah)
I rhyme with goats like I'm on Sesame Street
Blessing the beat, feel like Ac Slater wrestling Screetch
Then that lesson repeats
I'm from where bullets breach where you sleep
Ignorance peaks
Like the tweets from the Commander In Chief
Over slander they grabbing the heat
I'm in the game while you laugh from the seats (Fucking bums)
You should see they face
Audi R8 bumping Aaliyah's greats (Fo' sho)
These real diamonds, not Lisa Rae
The shark tank with a sea of snakes
They start hissing when they see you great
And that's just a taste of the demon's traits
I'm at the Preakness for the featured race
Before I leave the state, Bobby Flay steak on my evening plate (Beautiful)
Then it's Beijing with a beige barbie
Woodgrain Cartiers, feeling gnarly
Sipping Bacardi at a rave party (Let's go)
My granny kept me a buck fifty, I was raised sharply
Now the bars like Tyrone Biggums having cocaine parties (Wooh)
I'm still strapped if you rap wreckless
The tommy leave you like Stack Edwards
That's ya last lesson (Goodfellas)
Gats from the goombah's
Drug dealers in the back of the uber
You just a user on the computer 'bout to pass a rumor
Ya chick blowjob remind me of a classic hoover
In the back of Hooters, then she go in and bag my food up
Since I had a crew cut, Cadillac with blue guts
Listening to Clue, Touch, Kayslay
Funk Flex with my ex banging new stuff (All them niggas)
Wanted to ball, but Proof was the play that God drew up (Real shit)
I leave the hood, but never lose touch
Never blew blunts
So taking L's ain't in my pedigree
I'm focused on a better me
Trying to see the 7 seas before I'm 70
Leave a legacy nigga, that's the recipe