So Far Ahead Lyrics – Clipse

Read the complete So Far Ahead Lyrics by Clipse along with song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Clipse’s music, you can also explore Chains & Whips and The Birds Don’t Sing, two other songs by Clipse.

[Chorus: Pharrell Williams]
They don’t know what it is when I’m on it
But once they figure it out, I don’t want it
So far ahead, you n!ggas behind, behind
You can’t see it from where you sitting (You sitting)
But this Ferrari leather with the matching stiching is
So far ahead, you n!ggas behind, behind

[Verse 1: Pusha T]
Swerving through the lanes, serving n!ggas cane, still ain’t never hit a pothole
If I was Brittany Griner, I’ma need Obama, only one to swap us Chapo
Furthest from the streets, Monica Denise, good b!tches fu*k with Rocco’s

Put ’em in them cars, hanging out with stars, now it’s hard to tell they not hoes
Your codefendant claim immunity, it was you and he, how’d you not know?
Unless he leaving court in a Bentley Sport, just to meet you on a yacht though
Understand the art of war, all my n!ggas draw, so we all Picassos
Me just being me, respect to PnB, I’ll probably never eat at Rosco’s
Million ways to live, million ways to die, millions stuffed in an auto
Million ways to wash it, million ways to stop it, pray for me ’cause we not though
Best believe I can whip a Christmas Eve with some work and a hot stove
Bet and took it all, praying that he fall, no more questions ’bout Gestapo

[Chorus: Pharrell Williams]
They don’t know what it is when I’m on it
But once they figure it out, I don’t want it
So far ahead, you n!ggas behind, behind

[Verse 2: Malice]
N!ggas tried to sneeze at the blessing, “how could I just leave” was the question
Whistleblowers left me no choice, ain’t no referees up in heaven
No mistaking me for the reverend, ushering the money my confession
How your pastor whip a Rolls Royce? That was me pre 9/11
Look at me post Armageddon, walking with my dog, I am legend
The grass is greener on each side, I done been both Mason Bethas
I done been at both end of sections, I done poured Oceans Elevens
Even when the well ran dry, I done raised quotes in the desert
Tried to hide the dope in the message like we did the coke in the Lexus

Same hands I used to whip work, see me turn ’em both into blessings
AMG the spokes for the extras, only way to cope with the pressure
When you feel you went too deep, let God take the wheel like a Tesla

[Chorus: Pharrell Williams]
They don’t know what it is when I’m on it
But once they figure it out, I don’t want it
So far ahead, you n!ggas behind, behind
You can’t see it from where you sitting (You sitting)
But this Ferrari leather with the matching stiching is
So far ahead, you n!ggas behind, behind