The Secret Recipe (Explicit) - Lil Yachty/J. Cole

Lyrics by：Jermaine Lamarr Cole/Miles Parks McCollum

Composed by：Jermaine Lamarr Cole/Miles Parks McCollum

Produced by：Lil Yachty

Yeah

Allegedly they figured out that I'm the secret recipe

The baddest h*es gon' test the E then blame the high for wantin' sex

I never wanted peace **** 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 w**d 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 ya

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 h*es they look the same

They said they look too light

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

I give a **** 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 next

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 **** 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 ***** 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 ******* out here lookin' like Steph on the late contest

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

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

Save that **** 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