Capitalss - Recipe Lyrics

I got the recipe (Unhhh...Yeaaa)
Yea I got the recipe (Ohhhh...Yeaaa)
I got the recipe (Unhhh)
Somebody please tell all the doubters to rest in peace (Unhhh...Yeaaa)
Yea I got the... (Unhhh...Yeaaa)
Yea I got the... (Unhhh...Ayyyeee)
Yea I got the recipe (Unhhh)
Somebody please go tell my doubters to rest in peace
(How the f*ck you gon doubt me?) (Unhhh....Yeaaa)
Yea I got the...

My individual spin with this shit is dizzying
Now listen in as I make this disc glisten like pixie skin
Til it get me in the same bracket Diddy in
By making Starbucks from within a city the Biggsbys In
I used to need enough to hit a CitiTrends
Or walk out of Meridian mall with a pair of crispy Timbs
But now I'm after wheels in Iridium
And private isle like Gilligan for me and like 50 friends
Hop out with the gold chain glistening
The way the whip shining, you'd think its Jack Nicholson
If them inches fit in em I'm sitting em
Under a truck that's the same shape as they box chicken in
Gon have to call me your heiness back in my new home
From making Bucks stretch like Giannis Antetekounpo
Yea the king of the rhymes back in the booth homies
Tires and the weight class sumo, what it do hoe

Cuz I got the...
(By the way, I swear these niggas not f*cking with me)
Cuz I got the recipe (Ohhhh...Yeaaa)
Yea I got the recipe (Ayyeee...Yeaaa)
Yea I got the recipe (Ayyeee)
Somebody please tell any haters to rest in peace (Unhhh...Unnhh)
Cuz I got the... (Ayyeee...Yeaaa)
Cuz I got the... (Unhhh...Yeaaa)
Yea I got the recipe (Unhhh)
Somebody please tell any haters to rest in peace (Unhhh....Yeaaa)
Yea I got the...

Mama said the world yours, ain't it fitting?
Take a listen, if I want it you just babysitting
Killing flows to make a living, so I'm baking rhythms
Chasing visions getting rate of income Pistons paying Griffin
I want the Tesla with the seat back comfy
Cuz the autopilot make it whip itself like Jussie
How you hate something so lovely, it must be
I'm WAAAAY too handsome to flow this ugly
Same nigga used to spin the block with the Huffy
Now he peel the top cuz the drop a lil' stuffy
I'm working my ass off, nigga just trust me
So when it blast off, please don't call it lucky
Yaktown's very own, the flavor hit like Larry Holmes
I'm in my bag and not even the checked, this just the carry on
It's like a Coney, keep my kitchen open very long
I'm taking orders, what ya want?

Cuz I got the recipe (Unnhh...Yeaaa)
Yea I got the recipe (Unnhh...Ayyeee)
Yea I got the recipe (Unnnhh)
Somebody please go tell my doubters to rest in peace (Unhhh...Yeaaa)
Yea I got the recipe (Unnhh...Yeaaa)
Yea I got the recipe (Yeaaa...Ayyeeee)
Yea I got the recipe (Ohhhh)
Somebody please go tell my doubters to rest in peace (Unhhh....Yeaaa)
Yea I got the...
Yea I got the...
I got the...
I got the...
I got the recipe
Somebody please go tell them niggas to rest in peace