[Chorus]

I guess I’ll let you know

Had a bag full of dope, I was 12 years old

I was making profit, selling off The Kaleb Show

Last time I did a favor, I was 8 years old

Now I know each flavor I could ever bake, so yo

Forgot my shoes, it’s calm, I don’t need kicks to chase this dough

[Verse]

Running for the bread, you’d think I was a duck or sum

I don’t usually swear, but man, I had to fucking run

The bread I wanted was a trap, I had no fun with that

Guess why you been hearing how King Chef is coming back

I need to pay my dues

To tell the truth, they hate on you

I’m in the booth to pray for you

To see the proof, gotta pay-per-view

I got a paper plate, it’s got a name

It says King Chef, I’m in my lane

It ain’t the left, I’m too insane

Like thе refs who work for Barça, mane

Shoutout Gucci Mane, that big brr guy

Rеmember when I beat up Elmo and I fucking made Big Bird fly?

[Chorus]

I guess I’ll let you know

Had a bag full of dope, I was 12 years old

I was making profit, selling off The Kaleb Show

Last time I did a favor, I was 8 years old

Now I know each flavor I could ever bake, so yo

Forgot my shoes, it’s calm, I don’t need kicks to chase this dough