THE RECIPE (remix)

Verse 1
Every morning that I wake up
My back hurts from sleeping on the couch/ what's it been like 3 or 4 years/ bitch shut your mouth
I'm over peers/ been like for a while
I'm in your girl even if she smiles
Then we split it/ fill it/ smoke it
She smoking/ I think you get it
Changes they been happening/ hip hop coming back again/ made me wanna rap again/ what's happening
We mavericks/ my agenda is kill pretenders/ so defenseless when I'm
Contending/ take a breath you might smell death/ guaranteed you into that/ rhyme scheme prolly over your head/ and I bet that i get the crowd set/ she wet when I spit/
My recipe got her wanting this dick/ but that ho ain't getting nothing/unless she's really something/ I'm all real 1 double 0 percent/ double up uh uh/
Have her pullin those curtains
Spark the blunt she new lungs Hurtin
And she knew that we'd be working
Without work this life is worthless
So we started percolating she was perkin up like she was nervous
Those bees is buzzing birds Be
Chirping

Hook
I fly up I fly up, and I get higher higher
Self awareness my desire
Burn one wheres my fuckin lighter
Earn your stripes and live your life
Get enlightened and you'd find

Verse 2
Blame it on my broken heart blame it on my past
3 meals of nicotine flames flickering to glass
Get high/ then crash/ take another flight fast
To another place in which I escape
Insisting that it is my fate to cast
Shadows on all these streets
Battle on all these beats
Branding the cattle is simple metaphor on how I repeat
To seek out the weak MC's and rid the disease
Iritilin sneeze you fiddle in C/ while I be little your team
You just sit and twiddle your thumbs if Im diddle your dumb
Now pay attention to the riddles I run
Kill em faster then black magic
I prayed to jesus/ I prayed that he would strike me down when I became a demon
To the dark Im leanin/ pull a charlie sheen and/ go off the deep end
Tongue speakin seekin/ out the light/ call to the lord but there ain't no reason to put my belief in
Something that Im not seein/ my faith is dying/
Im always high and/ trying to pick up what I broke in the past/ and even then Im lying
Im just smoking my cash

Hook

Verse 3
Uh/ my homie said he wanna roll by and grab that dub/ small game but I'm dealin that smelly skunk/
Snitch! Get a stick in the rib put the bitch in the trunk/ shit
I remember bumpin twista in fifth grade/ thinking I could get Paid/ then came the 6th grade/ now thinking all I wanna do is get laid/
Hit vapes/ but you know life and how that bitch stays/
Bad/ we get down / throw down on a bag/ sit down smoke it all get torn back/ text on the phone but for now ignore that/ torch to a nail I'm smoking more wax/ but I ain't never pulling no snore lax/ bout to roll a blunt/ before that/ to the store for the 4 0 and more wraps/ for right now I'm pushing short stacks/
One day I'm have what I want
One day ima have what I need
For right now ima take these taunts
That's what it takes to grow this tree
One day I'mma own a mansion
For right now I'mma keep on riling feathers and keep smiling like Lionel Hampton/ till I kill all the fakes and own a fucking phantom/ to the anthem

Outro
I fly up I fly up, and I get higher higher
Self awareness my desire
Burn one wheres my fuckin lighter
Earn your stripes and live your life
Get enlightened and you'd find
That you'll be fine/ we all Devine