Hook
This one’s for my city, I ride for the place of my birth
Hooks better stay on their tough fore they get capped
Coz my hood’s the place where fakes get shot
Get dropped in the lake wait for the beach cops
If you ain’t from here, then don’t come here
And if you start here, you get done here
If you ain’t from here, then don’t come here
This is my hood, your hood it don’t compare
Verse 1
Recipe city, ey, represente’, I carry the executive function presidente’
4 Kla**ix got it right another accolade
Steer it, get it in, uh-huh
Glamour girls hitting on him, damn he likes it
Show some respect when you’re here or they’ll ask what happened
I sitting above the law, y’all appeal
I gotta get more accolades, gotta mint more paper
Drop top about, I maneuver through the city, like
See a lot of pressure not enough to crumble me
Came through corporate avenues
I gotta keep the Recipe legit, word on the streets
I reciprocated y’all indiscipline better behave fellas
Now tell us they said, I tell you I said, wanna ride?
Verse 2
Born into the city found no pity in the city
City of sin here we stay awake and grind
We really own the night, tell the enviers that
Cat fights, gun fights y’all trying rap fight the champ
Steven Kiprotich! I outpace you take the gold
Y’all pace too slow, boost y’all mind capacity
I rewind the track so y’all can try catch up, oh
I maneuver the concrete jungle to be precise
I was placed into the ghetto living tooth n nail
Then I bounce into the booth to make y’all bail money
Got seven loaves and seven fish enough to feed all y’all
I was drinking holy water, now break bread I say
I got k**ers on my back ready to slink with me
Bounce like a bu*terfly, sting like a bee
The young black vigilante, sea roving the block, genuine cartel
Verse 3
Then I said mentor now I said mentor
Just like he said tomato and I said tomato
I pronounce supernaturally, y’all auto tune
I fine tune the hustle, convert my sweat to paper
I carry y’all bull sh** the sort of love I got
Like I give a sh**, I monetize y’all b**hery
Horse whip the industry, main stream mature
Got into this gangster, meet the n***a nature
I nurture all y’all hopefully for the best
The rest is up to you, now play your part
I got nothing on a silver platter, what do you expect
When nobody believed, fain hearted I strived
Remembering Aaliyah’s words, n***a try again
Never enough, get paid, get bck to the grind
Sigmund Freud of the rap game
With a doo rag and bling teeth