My Flavor Lryics

"MY FLAVOR" (Hook – 8 Bars) Ain’t no copy, this my flavor, yeah, they know the taste, Drippin’ smooth, got ‘em hooked like it’s laced. They be watchin’, tryna figure what I’m made of, But this sauce ain't for sale, get ya weight up! Every move got ‘em bitin’ like it’s fine cuisine, They reheatin’ leftovers, I’m servin’ it clean. I ain’t worried ‘bout no fakes in the lineup, I just keep it gourmet while they dine rough. (Verse 1 – 16 Bars) I ain't playin’ by the rules, I been writin’ ‘em, Took the script, tore it up, now I’m vibin’, uh! They be actin’ like they chefs, but ain't cookin’ none, All that talk, but the plate lookin’ overdone. I got Michelin stars when I touch the mic, They be microwavin’ verses, that ain’t cooked right. Every bar got a kick like a spice blend, They just mad that my taste ain’t like them. Every flow like a dish with the finest prep, I ain’t servin’ up no crumbs, only five-star reps. I been marinated deep in the realest grind, They just sprinkle on the style, never let it brine. (Verse 2 – 16 Bars) Flavors hit ‘em in waves like a fusion dish, Sweet and spicy, got ‘em stuck in confusion quick. One bite, now they hooked, they addicted fast, Try to copy, but they never get the secret stash. I been cookin’ up my lane, this a private meal, Every track five-course, this a private deal. They be rushin’ to the hype, then the flame fade, I slow roast, every track got a long stay. Michelangelo the way I paint the scene, Every word brushstrokes, every cut pristine. I ain't servin’ no fast food, this a rare treat, They just mad that my flavor got a new heat! (Hook – 8 Bars) Ain’t no copy, this my flavor, yeah, they know the taste, Drippin’ smooth, got ‘em hooked like it’s laced. They be watchin’, tryna figure what I’m made of, But this sauce ain't for sale, get ya weight up! Every move got ‘em bitin’ like it’s fine cuisine, They reheatin’ leftovers, I’m servin’ it clean. I ain’t worried ‘bout no fakes in the lineup, I just keep it gourmet while they dine rough. (Verse 3 – 16 Bars) Caviar mindset, I ain't thinkin’ cheap, They be stuck in old trends, I be ten steps deep. Gotta palette too rich for the simple taste, Tried to mimic my flow, now they out of place. They be tryna crack the code, but the lock too tight, Ain’t no recipe for this, gotta earn those stripes. I been aged in the grind like a fine red wine, They be poppin’ corks early, let the time refine. I don’t rush what I make, this a rare delight, Every sound got a layer, every note hit right. I ain't givin’ up the game, this my private stash, You can sip, but you never finna match the batch! (Verse 4 – 16 Bars) Gold-plated every word, this a platinum taste, They be playin’ with the heat, but can’t stand the flame. I been mixin’ up the flow like a master blend, They just salty ‘cause they can’t ever match the trend. Took a sip of my style, now they fiendin’ bad, Got ‘em hooked on the lines like a seasoned pad. Ain’t no fast-food flows, I just serve it prime, If it ain’t my dish, then I pass the time. They be tryna steal the sauce, but the mix ain’t right, Ain’t no clones in my kitchen, I control this life. Only real ones eat when the table set, And you gotta bring somethin’ if you wanna get a check. (Hook – 8 Bars) Ain’t no copy, this my flavor, yeah, they know the taste, Drippin’ smooth, got ‘em hooked like it’s laced. They be watchin’, tryna figure what I’m made of, But this sauce ain't for sale, get ya weight up! Every move got ‘em bitin’ like it’s fine cuisine, They reheatin’ leftovers, I’m servin’ it clean. I ain’t worried ‘bout no fakes in the lineup, I just keep it gourmet while they dine rough. (Verse 5 – 16 Bars) They be lost in the sauce, tryna find my lane, But this ain't no open bar, this a private plane. Only top-shelf moves, I don’t do no wells, If the price ain’t right, then I let it sell. I been sittin’ at the table with the real elite, While they watchin’ from the side with they empty seats. Ain’t no handouts here, gotta cook your plate, If you ain't got the heat, better change your fate. Only top-tier seasonin’ when I bless the track, Got ‘em cravin’ every verse, tryna double back. I ain't servin’ up no fillers, this that grade-A cut, If it ain't my flavor, then I ain’t showin’ up! (Final Hook – 8 Bars) Ain’t no copy, this my flavor, yeah, they know the taste, Drippin’ smooth, got ‘em hooked like it’s laced. They be watchin’, tryna figure what I’m made of, But this sauce ain't for sale, get ya weight up! Every move got ‘em bitin’ like it’s fine cuisine, They reheatin’ leftovers, I’m servin’ it clean. I ain’t worried ‘bout no fakes in the lineup, I just keep it gourmet while they dine rough.