Michelin Star

Uhh

Aye speakers knock

But I didn't get it by my lonely

Lighters up I gotta burn one for the homies

That forever stayed down

Since the only island that we seen was stony

Water murky

That shit felt more like the Everglades

High rises built just like section 8 you trapped up there

Purging all this foo shit

Know that you can smell sage you step in here

Bagging up the echinacea

What's the tea on me

He too lowkey I'm selling lemonade

I stay out the way

It's niggas in the way

Swear they not in the way

And would feel a way if I mentioned names

The shit is strange

These niggas facts be opinion based

But not in ya face

Shifting shapes when they in ya space

I'ma square reader

A small circle and we ain't adding a hair neither

We all tortoise came outta my shell

Niggas not here for the fair-weather

Ain't under no spell

I know you smell what a nigga cooking

I'm hungry as hell

These niggas gone bear witness

A Michelin Star

Couldnt see it this far back when a nigga was line cooking

Im Sous chefn these days

Proof reading these plates wit a fine tooth comb

Won't find a line crooked

Still casting lines now I'm hooking big fish out these waves

Still remember when it was minimum wage

Remember niggas would do they part no

Complaints

Now the art get contaminated

And hearts fulla shade

Tend not to harp on the hate

Speakers knock but I didn't get it by my lonely

Lighters up I gotta burn one off the homies that for ever stayed down