[Intro]
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
[Hook]
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
[Verse 1]
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 Fly Ty
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
[Hook]
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
[Verse 1]
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 Fly Ty
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