The Perfect Recipe Lyrics

Look, I said work smarter, not harder than niggas argued with me

If your mind's trapped inside that system, then don't bother with me

Doing this is hard enough, so I give y'all the details

Of all the cards that he's dealt, it's really hard to call my bluff

Emotions that I bottle up, press record, they all erupt

Cause when you creating, your mind ignores the pain the trauma caused

Seen fiends nodding off, hot wire, drive it off

Bullet holes inside my car from niggas thinking I'm involved

My cousin doing drop-offs from this block to that block

Coming home with what I would describe back then as fat knots

And me, I'm just pressing CDs and trying to package them

My sister had my niece at 18, we thought that that was young

Got kicked out of Catholic school, now I'm at the public one

Everybody stay around the way, I don't know none of them

I'm so used to uniforms, school clothes, what are those

Spent the little dough, I did get on my Girbauds

Maybe that'll make the jokes stop

But nothing that they ever said could make these headphones stop

See this the shit they don't got, and this the shit they can't do

Power off inside the crib again, go get the candles

And we gon' get it handled

See Pop had a good job, then Pop got sick

Then Interscope let him go, they act like he not shit

With all these plaques on our wall, damn he ain't do none

This Blackstreet no diggity, this Kirk Franklin Stomp

Man, fuck these companies, I get my game from mom

I put myself on, ironically they named me Don

I got a job telemarketing, so hold on, I just talk to them

And try to get these guys to subscribe to what we offering

No problem, turns out that I'm really good at selling shit

Money in my pocket, Pop, I'm hoping I can help with this

He said, hold on, boy, I'm the parent, I take care of you

Keep all of your money, you just do the thing you here to do

Say less, lay away this Avirex

Fake Parasuco but you know I'm looking way fresh

I never went back to get the jacket though, and what do you know

My nigga Pro said he was me and used all my dough

Ain't this a bitch

A little bit of that, a little bit of this

Stir it up, give that shit a mix

I am who I am, so it is what it is, yeah

Okay

See, I realize going through life, right

Like, some shit could be beautiful, some shit could be ugly

You know, cute, horrible, whatever

But all that shit mixed together, it still makes you who you are

The situation still shape you

So it was all kind of beautiful in the end, cause you're beautiful now

That's the perfect recipe