I’m out of ways to say it I got a ways to go but I’m way ahead in a race I started off in a basement, then I start hittin’ the pavement (tsk) How I came up is amazing I got my dope on a plane with me, yuh They not on my brain to think with me If I’m [?] I’m not your average Joe you see on the street Niggas be thinking they flee, you really a flea One three one seven and one more for thinkin’ it’s sweet Back in the kitchen with grease, I’m cookin’ with grease Damn, she got my shit on repeat Damn, Q.M back up in the streets, how he gon’ eat? Yuh, yuh, you do not own the sauce, you niggas lease Yuh, they pay me to speak, I feel like a priest