5am Zeri - The Recipe

Talk about that real shit

It was 93
Mama gave it to me
Hot sauce on the rhythm
We don't measure degrees
Bout to lead it by example
You don't prac what you preach
They said me feet too slow
So I'm gassin the weed
Gassin for me
Scribble down the passion for me
Irrationally
Town 'll keep the basin for me
Ratchet police
Paint you like a fraction of me
Fresh with the beat
Ain't nobody second to me
Mow I'm walkin down the street and Bitches lookin at me funny
Like why is he just walkin when the rest Of us is running
You be acting like you figured out the Key to being hungry
The key to being hungry is to actually be Hungry
Let me get a drink
We can toe to toe up in a bathroom
Up in a cell
And I be flushing
What you think
Wipe my ass with toothpaste
Crush it in a sink
Swimming in the pussy
But the money really king

Feet down
Gettin down
In my backseat
You run
You can hide
You can trap me
You never know
What you find
In a rapsheet
I get down with the rounds
You could test me
You could lock me up
Try n arrest me
We could have a discussion on
Who the best be
Who can hold it down
Who could press me
Its bout time I got the recipe

Needing you its ignorant
Spent my life believing I was nothing but A piss poor cumstain son of an Immigrant
Illiterate theyre asking why I'm always on Some ignant shit
There's levels to the madness I didn't Wanna get into it
A syndicate
I'm sick to my stomach on what the Symptoms is
Let's hash it out I'mbout to tell you what The business is
Didn't want to start but if you want the Beef I'm ending this
Had it with these nominees go off on They pretending shit
I'm bending shit
Time space race no sentiment
It ain't about the chase
It's a race
And I'm winning it
The ones who wish I fall
Go on and claim they give a shit
Are the same ones who eat the food Right off dinner plate
In front of me so I could see their eyes I'm mixing in the hate
To find the peace of mind
So I could make it in this stupid game
Problem with the pain is that it ceases
With the novacane
Plot twist
I never make it
Then I go insane

Feet down
Gettin down
In my backseat
You run
You can hide
You can trap me
You never know
What you find
In a rapsheet
I get down with the rounds
You could test me
You could lock me up
Try n arrest me
We could have a discussion on
Who the best be
Who can hold it down
Who could press me
Its bout time I got the recipe

Bout time
Bout time I got the recipe
Hang it off my neck
And you can a ressuri
Let's be honest
Do you really want this
We can go to dinner but I really want tits
Show em
Expose em
Put em in a poem
Lotion
Rub it on my body
It's devotion
Crawlin on her knees
She be lookin for the potion
Swimming in the recipe
My shit be like an ocean
I'm outta tune with the bullshit
Sorry Mr officer see I don't really know shit
Saw him on the street I was looking for An open
He hit me in my face
So Imma the one to choke him
What a joke man
This some bullshit
Everybody after be the running with a full Clip
Slip on a banana
Acting like a lil bitch
When i get the arm and hammer
Talk about bout that real shit

Written by:
Saman Montazeri

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