Michelin Star Songtext
von Mick Jenkins

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