The Recipe Da Real Gee Money

[Hook]
They don't wanna see a nigga winning
Grinding hard I been tryna get it
In the yo gettin' to the business
I ain't tryna go back to the trenches
Off the mud I'ma eat regardless
All this pain left a nigga heartless
All the bullets that a nigga dodging
Back to back steady catching charges
Pussy nigga steady testing me
Baby mama steady stressing me
I can't let 'em get the best of me
In the kitchen got the recipe

Pussy nigga steady testing me
Baby mama steady stressing me
I can't let 'em get the best of me
In the kitchen got the recipe

[Verse 1]
Pulled down the block on the block
Went from a rock to a block
So much of weight on the scale
Ended up breakin' the clock
When I pull up in the drop
Popped the purp cocked the Glock
Know these niggas at my top
But I can't let 'em take my spot
I can't believe how these niggas be holdin' they nuts
I know they hate to see me blowing up
Back to back drinking I stay pouring up
Give me a reason and I'm showing up
Fuck all these niggas I don't show no love
Don't need no deal I need me a plug
Fuckin' your bitch got her sucking me up
That pussy leakin' whenever we fuck
Hop in the wagon I really be actin'
Bitches go crazy they see me in traffic
I ain't been rappin' i really been stackin'
Trappin' us off I got bands in the mattress
I'm tryna blow but these niggas won't let me
Laws on my trail but I won't let 'em catch me
Real street nigga pull up in your section
Ain't gotta like me but you gone respect me