Stone Cold (The Recipe Freestyle)

Yeah, Stone Cold

Three one six

Vizzy!

See I rep that city I’m from, uh

Pay the crib, price tag, in cash, now your bitch wan’ come, uh

Swallow two dime bags, thinkin’ I don’t throw up the dub

Now watch as the stock go up

Old bitches on my cock, so what?

Said she got the bomb, so I fuck ’til that girl blow up in the

Three sixteen

I rep that three sixteen

That’s where I start so I pour my heart into my three sixteens

Cause I know that I got ‘em watchin’ when I’m droppin’

Quiet those sheep, Anthony Hopkins

Now we blow checks and them girls want texts

Can I roll X? Yes they watchin’

That ain’t new, it’s just new ones boppin’

I been a mac, them niggas window shoppin’

Uh, we call it internet browsin’

Blew up my scene cause I hate bein’ doubted

Give me my space cause I hate bein’ crowded

The boy so square cause I hate bein’ rounded

And we came out of section eight housin’

The VIP section loungin’ out in the

Three sixteen

I rep that three sixteen

That’s where I starts so I put my heart into my three sixteens

And I rep that three sixteen

I rep that three sixteen

Yeah that’s my home, I’m so stone cold, I’m just so three sixteen

Can I get a hell yeah? Uh-huh, “Hell yeah!”

Can I get a hell yeah? Uh-huh, “Hell yeah!”

And I rep that three sixteen

I rep that three sixteen

Yeah that’s my home, I’m so stone cold, I’m just so three sixteen

Name a thing that we can’t do

MTV and Sean Green came through

The city I’ve been in can see that I’m winnin’

And made the decision that I can’t lose

Cause I was unheard, my shit still slap like Yung Berg

And the town where we live, those offices spaced

But they still get mugged like Lumberg

Oh, is that absurd? You thought we was all just some nerds

Man you must be out your rabbit ass mind

If you think we don’t keep them thumpers

Would’ve thought niggas been learned

Comin’ out the city where the wind turn

Where our OGs haven’t told me if you hold heat you might get burned

So I kept one inside my dresser

Cause you never know if one might test ya

Under the right pressure them killas squeeze

And thought you sneezed, God bless ya

God bless us, killed the game now damn you

I didn’t have to shout where I’m from

But I still tote like I wear boots

Ladies gettin’ their hair cute, L7s in the air too

Now I’m just multiplying myself, call that a square root

This is a square’s roots, chains, whips, and bars

Man I came here from Oz and my aim is the stars, in the

I’m-I’m-I’m rollin’, I’m-I’m rollin’

Shout out yellow, black, and golden

Where the ‘Lacs look like they stolen

On the highway they patrollin’

And that kid with that green backpack

Right and raspy be fuckin’ flowin’

I say now they fuckin’ know it

Now you fuckin’ know it