Letra de The Secret Recipe - Lil Yachty

(Feat. J. Cole)

Yeah

Allegedly, they figured out that I'm the secret recipe

The baddest hoes gon' test the E, then blame the high for wantin' sex

I never wanted peace, fuck all the opps, I support Malcolm X

The stack of chains is just a front

Overtaxed and underwhelming, your jeweler pulled a major stunt

I don't smoke weed, already blunt, all of my cars, I had to hunt

My doggy young as hell but still'll step, we call him baby runt

Like window shoppers, I see through every front

I speak on what I need, I foresee everything I want

I block out anything I hate and still the hardest, still unpaid

The notice went unseen, the tenants too relaxed

The standards have collapsed, they wrote me in with lames

They treat me like I'm them, they hate I overcame

Refuse to pat my back, refuse to shake my hand

Refuse to give me props when I am not around

Refuse to act like I ain't shift the sound, like I ain't push the culture

Like several vultures ain't come after me

Like several vultures ain't come after me, still, I keep it P

Yeah, we still digress, and I'm playin' checkers, I ain't playin' chess

'Cause I don't go 'round on niggas, we go over niggas

I'll show you niggas, I'm personally nothin' like ya and plus I never liked you

I'm rich as hell, I'd never fight you, I'll have somebody snipe you

My doggy lucky on the edge, holdin' on by a thread

Just like a kite, it wouldn't cost a price

And even if it did, it always be right, just like I'm Bob Barker

When I speak, pay attention, go over my words like highlight markers

My only celebrity crush is Nikki Parker

They said I got a type, said all my hoes, they look the same, they said they look too light

Peep my cup, betcha couldn't tell that it was Sprite

I give a fuck about her face, she walkin' with a bamski, I'ma strike

For real (Yeah)

I'ma strike (It's us)

I'ma strike, uh

Cole and Yachty, comin' for they respect, come and pay your debt

Just like a travel pillow, we at your neck for the way you slept

This nuance, but I see hella influence in the way you dress

The way you sound, the way you try to move, you try to stay abreast on all the latest flows and latest tones from Generation X

Y'all chasing relevance, it's evidenced by the way you step

As for me, I cook so masterfully, ain't gotta pay a chef

I'm older now, but still, I'm cuttin' edge, I'm like a bayonet

From out the 'Ville, we OSHA certified, you gotta wear your vest

Too many homicides, a lotta slidin', they good at makin' decks

Thanks to God, I made it out the city, most would say I'm blessed

My greatest flex is that I made a milli', feel like I'm Bangladesh

I hate the press, refusin' interviews whenever they request

Niggas fake-progressive and woke, I started sayin' less

I had to stop it, peeped how they profit off of racial stress

Some activists got so rich, they prolly wish we stay oppressed

Studio steppers movin' extra on songs, fakin' rep

Only breakin' bad in the lab, thought y'all was makin' meth

Niggas makin' threats and I laugh, that's 'cause you ain't a threat

Don't ask how I feel 'bout no rappers, shit, they okay, I guess

Incomin' call, press the button, the one that say accept

He FaceTime to ask for a feature and saw the face of death

I'm on your song, your streams goin' up, not quite the Drake effect

But don't complain, bitch, take what you get and cut the label check

My table set, I dine on your favorite, one verse'll take his breath

I prolly put more niggas on pause than Cam and Mason Beth

My agent get a whole lotta calls, it's like he paid the ref

These bitches out here lookin' like Steph on the late contest

Wide open, shootin' they shot, don't even waste your breath

I been stop fuckin' you thots, ain't got no patience left

Save that shit for one of them niggas that rock the fake Pateks

My paper stretched just like a Laker before he break a sweat

Signed, the greatest yet

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