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