The Perfect Recipe

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