Recipe - Micra

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 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 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 [?] 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 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 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 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

She had the money Waiting to grow Who wasn't ready? There's four steps to show So why you so shy? (Shy) You've got the beggars chanting in your mind This may sound crazy but you make me feel like a lady This may sound crazy I know you want me back I know you want me back I know you want me back Now your puppet is free from direction, You walk these streets at night While the jazz man catches you in his sights This may sound crazy but you make me feel like a lady This may sound crazy I know you want me back I know you want me back You were looking for love For your heart to be glazed Over by the strings, that he pulls your way He brings you into fashion So fly his way Honey is your blood, so sweet your taste The jazz man has the swag that keeps me coming all day All day This may sound crazy but you make me feel like a lady This may sound crazy I know you want me back I know you want me back

Honey can't make you sweet When you're leaving me crumbs in stages And you've got it all masked in tape Got no weight and no way in After dark The devils in the details I got good at lying to myself Afterthought You were a crutch Basically done but not relevant After dark The devils in the details I got good at lying to myself Afterthought Don't make a fuss I gave it almost everything Is that what sticks to gold? A never ending law so you know And pleasing you is cold Well you're in a league where nobody's close And your teas cold Fleshed with angry overtones Hit the airbags There's a little crack in the wall Well we us to be open After dark The devils in the details I got good at lying to myself Afterthought You were a crutch Basically done but not relevant After dark The devils in the details I got good at lying to myself Afterthought Don't make a fuss I gave it almost everything So what's your hunch now with your finer taste? Ride the little reigns easy Coz there's something that building up In a scene that you can't explain And its seem that you make demands With the monkey on your back now There's your Bourgeois family And your dreams don't make a statement Now the little things are working out I'll sit as a sinner now After dark The devils in the details I got good at lying to myself Afterthought You were a crutch Basically done but not relevant After dark The devils in the details I got good at lying to myself Afterthought Don't make a fuss I gave it almost everything

Act like it doesn't mean a thing Act like it doesn't mean a thing Question you at my place Please lie don't hesitate These meetings are the ones that you call your friends for Its just a little taste of our affair But it doesn't mean a thing Anymore to me. And we dress it up Act like it doesn't mean a thing I still see you everywhere Act like it doesn't a mean thing But it doesn't a meant thing to me, anymore Pressed on through the other day, After a small blow Rewind just for a moment please Hold your breathe and Lay next to me Searching for some comfort, Makes it unfair And we dress it up Act like it doesn't mean a thing I still feel you everywhere But it doesn't a meant thing to me anymore Dress it up in every colour and it's shade (Every night in one place) I still feel you everywhere Shouldn't need something more from me And I dress it like I care But you don't even think of me Ohh I can't speak for two I can't speak for you Act like it doesn't mean a thing But I see you everywhere Act like it doesn't mean a thing But it doesn't mean a thing to me, anymore