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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Clipse
Vocals
Pharrell Williams
Vocals
Pusha T
Vocals
Malice
Vocals
Susan Carol Lewis
Additional Vocals
Mike Larson
Programming
Voices of Fire
Choir
Bishop Ezekiel Williams
Choir Director
Larry George
Choir Director
Jazmine Canales
Alto
Trenise Holloman
Alto
Maria Rosado
Alto
Colette Williams
Alto
Megan Buhmann
Soprano
T. Alexandria Gray
Soprano
Lauren Hendrick
Soprano
Alrenzo Albritton
Tenor
Jahzeel Mumford
Tenor
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Pharrell Williams
Composer
Terrence Thornton
Composer
Gene Thornton
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Pharrell Williams
Producer
Rob Ulsh
Recording Engineer
Susan Carol Lewis
Recording Engineer
Benjamin Thomas
Recording Engineer
Jim Parroco
Assistant Engineer
Manny Marroquin
Mixing Engineer
Mike Larson
Recording Engineer
Trey Station
Assistant Engineer
Anthony J Vilchis
Assistant Engineer
Zach Pereyra
Mastering Engineer
Kevin Madigan
Immersive Mixing Engineer
Ramiro Fernandez-Seoane
Assistant Engineer
Lyrics
[Chorus]
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 **** are behind
Behind
[Chorus]
You can't see it from where you sitting (Shit)
But this Ferrari leather with the matching stitching is
So far ahead, you **** are behind (So far)
Behind
[Verse 1]
Swerving through the lane, serving **** 'cane
Still ain't never hit a pothole
If I was Brittney Griner, I'ma need Obama
Only one to swap is Chapo
Furthest from the streets, Monica, Denise
Good bitches fuck with Rocco's
Put 'em in them cars, hanging out with stars
Now it's hard to tell they not hoes
Your co-defendant 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 **** draw, so we all Picassos
Me just being me, respect to PnB
I prolly never eat at Roscoe'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 in a hot stove
They done took it all, praying that he fall
No more questions 'bout Gestapo
[Chorus]
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 **** are behind
Behind
[Verse 2]
**** tried to sneeze at the blessing
"How could I just leave?" was the question
Whistle blowers 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 Betha's
I done been at both intersections
I done pulled 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 in too deep
Let God take the wheel, like a Tesla
[Chorus]
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 **** are behind
Behind
[Chorus]
You can't see it from where you sitting (Shit)
But this Ferrari leather with the matching stitching is
So far ahead, you **** are behind (So far)
Behind
Written by: Gene Thornton, Pharrell Williams, Terrence Thornton