Intro (Sizzling sounds, knife chopping, oven beep. Strings swell slowly.) Spoken (Dominique): "Ain’t no shortcuts in this heat. You earn every plate, every verse." --- Verse 1 Apron on, sweat drip, back tight Clock in, but my mind on the mic Grease pop, dreams cookin’ in the pan Every flip got a plan, I’m a different kind of man Orders stack, but I’m stackin’ bars too Chef by day, but the booth know the truth I see the vision in the steam and the flame Every burn just another step in the game --- Hook Grease and glory, that’s the recipe Pain in my palms, but it’s blessin’ me From the skillet to the stage, I’m testin’ me Legacy cookin’—can’t second-guess the heat Grease and glory, that’s the way I rise Flour on my shirt, fire in my eyes Every dish, every rhyme, every sacrifice I’m buildin’ somethin’ they can’t criticize --- Verse 2 Late shift, but I’m writin’ in my head Lyrics in the smoke, visions in the bread I plate struggle with a side of finesse Every meal got a message, every verse confess I ain’t just feedin’ mouths, I’m feedin’ dreams Turnin’ pain into purpose, sweat into themes So when they ask what I’m really about Tell ‘em grease and glory, no doubt --- Hook (Repeat) Grease and glory, that’s the recipe Pain in my palms, but it’s blessin’ me From the skillet to the stage, I’m testin’ me Legacy cookin’—can’t second-guess the heat Grease and glory, that’s the way I rise Flour on my shirt, fire in my eyes Every dish, every rhyme, every sacrifice I’m buildin’ somethin’ they can’t criticize --- Outro (Kitchen fades out, strings swell, child’s voice echoes faintly: “Daddy, you work hard.”) Spoken (Dominique): "This ain’t just food. It’s fuel for the legacy."
