Chef Sweaty braising your faculty Face getting gray from the ash, but I'm laughing That's the trace of me -blam!- -blam!- out my face while I'm thinking Ain't step foot up in my momma place for a minute My days numbered I'm focused heavy on making the most of 'em I feel like I'm the only one pressin' to grow upwards It's still -blam!- you and whoever you showed up with Just trying to see an M and some steadier hands Who you callin' your mans Bet you thought he was solid When he really just sand Washing away with the water I'm a land mammal Staying away from the altar Shit changed in the August In the wake of that August Last autumn the leaves fell And I raked in the profit Disobeying the doctor The good guy prescribe, faith they never caught 'em Chasing these rabbits, whole face in the faucet And I don't know who house to call home lately I hope my phone break, let it ring Toe to toe with the foes, new and old Basic hoes try to cage him like the po When I run, don't chase me........