iMob Music - Top Shelf Only Lyrics

You know what it is.
If it don't shine, we don't roll.
Send it back to the chef.

I'm stacking flavors like a chef in the lab,
From the Bay to L.A., yeah, you know it's in the bag.
Cherry pie mixed with that biscotti gas,
If it ain't loud, you know it won't last.

Every move I make is a calculated bet,
Top-shelf only, that's the standard I've set.
I don't touch mids, nah, it's not in my lane,
Got the terps so clean, make the critics insane.

Pull it out the jar, let the room light up,
You can smell the vibe before we spark the blunt.
It's a lifestyle, you can't fake the feel,
Every hit's proof, my product's real.

Crack the seal, let it speak for itself,
No shortcuts here; we don't do stealth.
If it don't shine or it don't impress,
We toss it, send it back to the chef.

Show me that fire, don't give me less,
If it ain't hittin', send it back to the chef.
I need that flame, the one that inspires,
Roll it up right, I'm chasing that fire.

Fire, fire! It's gotta hit hard.
Fire, fire! It's premium, star.

I don't puff weak, nah, I need that loud,
Put some respect on my name when I'm in the crowd.
It's the one from the Bay, where the game's on lock,
I don't touch mids; man, pass me the top.

It's hyphy, baby, the bounce so clean,
From the blunt to the beat, yeah, you know what I mean.
Purple in the jar, it's a work of art,
If the terps don't smack, it won't even start.

I'm picky with the pack like a chef in the back,
Keep it funky, keep it fresh, keep it real, never slack.
This the culture, the grind, this the hustle we claim,
If it's not fire, it's not in the game.

Crack the seal, let it speak for itself,
No shortcuts here; we don't do stealth.
If it don't shine or it don't impress,
We toss it, send it back to the chef.

Show me that fire, don't give me less,
If it ain't hittin', send it back to the chef.
I need that flame, the one that inspires,
Roll it up right, I'm chasing that fire.

Show me that fire, don't give me less,
If it ain't hittin', send it back to the chef.
I need that flame, the one that inspires,
Roll it up right, I'm chasing that fire.

Nah, man, that ain't it. You can't even smell the difference?
It's levels to this. We're top-tier only.
You know the rules.

Fire... fire... let it burn slow.
Fire... fire... you already know.

Show me that fire, don't give me less,
If it ain't hittin', send it back to the chef.

If it don't shine or it don't impress,
We toss it, send it back to the chef.

Show me that fire, don't give me less,
If it ain't hittin', send it back to the chef.
I need that flame, the one that inspires,
Roll it up right, I'm chasing that fire.

Show me that fire, don't give me less,
If it ain't hittin', send it back to the chef.
I need that flame, the one that inspires,
Roll it up right, I'm chasing that fire.