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