Kyle Bent - The Recipe (Freestyle) lyrics

rate me

[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, for 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 young’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 cant 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 masses trick

From Massachusetts

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

Thanks to Dizzy for submitting these lyrics