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Mick Jenkins

Michelin Star

 

Michelin Star

(album: The Patience - 2023)


Uh

Ayy, speakers knock, but I didn't get in by my lonely
Lighters up, I gotta burn one for the homies that forever stayed
Down since the only island that we seen was stoney
Water murky, that joint 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 the 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, there's niggas in the way, swear they not in the way
And will feel a way if I mention names, this shit is strange
These niggas facts be opinion based, but not in your face
Shifting shapes when they in your space, I'm a square reader
A small circle and we ain't out of the air, neither
We all tortoise, came out of our shell, niggas not here for the fair weather
Ain't under no spell, I know you smell what a nigga cookin, I'm hungry as hell
These niggas gon' bear witness a Michelin star, could see it this far
Back when a nigga was line cooking, I'm sous chefing these jays
Proof-reading these plates with a fine-tooth comb, won't find a line crooked
Still casting lines, now I'm hooking, big fish out these waves
Yeah, still remember when it was minimum wage, yeah
Remember niggas went through their parts, no complaints
Now the art get contaminated and hearts full of shade, tend not to harp on the hate
Ayy, speakers knock but I didn't get in by my lonely
Lighters up I gotta burn one for the homies that forever stayed down

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