Kyle Bent - The Recipe (freestyle) lyrics

[Verse 1:] Man I feel fine, man I be flying cause I'm on cloud 9 like all the time I be in the sky Like I just climbed that bean stock, like Tarzan climbing these vines Baggin' all the Janes, shorties think that I'm fine Get up out of my lane, 'fore your whip get fined Running my city while I'm on this train of thought, thinking bout what line to rhyme Ain't defined by the money or the chain I got, but it sure helps baggin' these dimes Working all the time, sweat, tears, and the vain I popped just cause a youngin's tryna get signed Looking real fine, prolly give the best brain my God, we ain't never cuffin' no slime Tryna get mine, cause every single thing I bought ain't never give a homie no smile Money can't buy happiness, and everybody's fake like actresses And they think that you boutta get changed like sheets when you got urine stains on your mattresses All I ever do is entertain the ma**es trick From Ma**achusetts I mastered it Now they asking “who's this” Was an average kid But now I'm rapping ruthless Called Shaggy and Freddy man it's a pity you clueless Im the actually yeti, I'm snow cold, I'm cool kid Put on for my city, I'm on point like toothpicks Milli dollar flow, I don't need your 2 cents I'm too sick, swear I'm spittin' like I was toothless Asking me where the proof is Ain't need no instrumental, man my voice is acoustic Ain't following no rules, I just do what I do since I ain't sticking to the script even if it's a glue stick Come ride with a G Black ice on the floor, come slide with a G Shorty if you want more, I supply what you need Swear to God that your man ain't flyer than me Let me take you off your feet, shorty tell me what you see High as heaven gates, girl guess who got the key That's right That Rap God ,with bars that will make your bro clap and applaud I can prob make your broad come and dance for a star And she down for the cause, cause I sound like a boss That's shouts to Rick Ross Attracted to lights like thousands of moths Dusk til' dawn, I grind til' the morn Know it's my time, don't got to wait long When im writing these rhymes, I could never be wrong Do it big like a whale, and that's shouts to Folarin