Recipe by Sweetheart

Yo—

Found my niche,
code cracked wide,
Born where the weak died,
I survived the lie.


Streetlights
So fucking High
Things to buy
That’s my spotlight


I’m a story you know
Turn on your dark mode
Married to the ghost
The bad guy was owed


The base plan is tell,
Now I raise hell
I stacked them belts
Raise the alarm bell


For the views,
For the mood
Yeah they get so rude
You get some
I have some too



Doubt tried to down me,
I ate it like a brownie
Spit fire all around me
Melt the cage now you’re drowning


The future is here
Signed in the dark,
Every hater’s getting parked,
Stepping on his own spark.

No lane? I pave one,
Blazing trails to the sun
Mother ship I run
Buiding on this fun



CHORUS
Turn it up Let the real spill free
Smooth with the edge
That’s the recipe
Recipe that’s the recipe
Recipe
Something like that
That’s the recipe
Recipe yeah
That’s the recipe yeah
That’s the recipe

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I’m the good and the bad
The pleasure and pain
The only thing you know
I turned that fire on your brain


Harder than a husky
And I got going on
No filter, full throttle,
You knew all along


No mask, no cap,
Just svelt to the bone
Charm in my arm
Got that tone that’s been told


Raw truth uncut,
A fire that disarms
No filter, baby—
Pure straight from the farms.


Born in the shadows
Where the streetlights Bow,
I’m the Queen of the hustle,
Watch the crown sit now.


Worn-out shit?
Nah, custom packs
With the glow, and the shows
The hits turned to stacks


They called me names,
but I changed the game,
Hunger in my eyes?
That’s the feast I made.


Make you a plate
System screamed wait wait
But I put on weight.
Born in the shadows where the streetlights fade,


Chorus
Turn it up Let the real spill free
Smooth with the edge
That’s the recipe
Recipe that’s the recipe
Recipe
Something like that
That’s the recipe
Recipe yeah
That’s the recipe yeah
That’s the recipe

• Hip-Hop/Rap
• Rap
• hiphop rap
• Jacksonville