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