Cheese (feat. Jabba & Hanna)

Started the session not knowing how to move the mic Ends the session knowing how to. Cheese Guess you know how it is (Ay) Rocking mics with ease New flow new disease Flow so sick I'll make you sneeze (Atchu!) Got so much ice on me man that shit gon make you freeze (Hol' up) I'm so hot girls on me man that's 500 degrees (Yuh!) Cheese, Cheese Cheese (Aha), Cheese Cheese (Nigga!), Cheese (Ouuu) Cheese (Cheese) Cheese, Cheese (Cheese), that's 500 degrees! Ouu Flashbacks of the Bando Late nights in the studio Man I should've known Now we blowing up radio Hanna trapping on patio She warned you niggas from the get go But you never listen, see that's your problem Now you mad, cause a nigga popping Niggas tried to tell me how to do it, but I let it go Will it work? Man, never know I just know that I win more Plus, most you boys still in bad form Had a new girl, so I'd sip slow Plans pass, when her booty grow Stay gassed, and her skin glow So I rate y'all should pick up the tempo Coming up I wasn't too sure, like beyond all the music what is it? (What is it?) We put a facade on the front door, let these niggas believe that you ignant (But you never!) But you'll never let 'em catch you smiling You never let her think you biting (Please!), Silence (Silence!) You (You!), whyling (Whyling!) I'm Climbing the charts, I'm faster than Bolt, I feel like I'm not even trying Ang'sena skhathi, so don't get involved, Ntwana Yam ushaywe yiTiming Haibo (Haibo!) don't mess with the boss (Haibo!) I leave you lost in the sauce Still no degree but we suited up Call it Mike, Ross Guess you know how it is (Ay!) Rocking mics with ease New flow new disease Flow so sick I'll make you sneeze (Atchu!) Got so much ice on me man that shit gon' make you freeze (Hol' up) I'm so hot girls on me man that's 500 degrees (Yuh!) Cheese (Cheese), Cheese Cheese (Cheese), Cheese Cheese (Got so much ice on me man that shit gon' make you freeze) Cheese, cheese, that's 500 degrees! Yo! Pick it up pick it up pick it up That's my shit (Ay!) Gimme my songs man That's my hit (Ay) All black Honda That's my fit (Ay) Yo! Optimism running through my veins Music making take away the pain Awkward when I saw you yesterday Had to hit you up then just to say I needed pacing Look in the mirror to see what I'm facing I'm tired of waiting Tired of living life happy adjacent Moments like this make you see what you making A big deal of But that's alright I know you stressed I know it's tight You think you should I think I might I think you cute You know I'm right Ain't nothing stopping us now Soon enough bags will be all that I'm carrying (Carrying!) Music and passion are all that I'm marrying (Marrying!) Keeping it real till it's time for the burying (Buying!) Ay! Livin at ease, one with the breeze Pick up the cheese, get this degree Pick up the beats, give them the heat This is my shot, so make 'em say "Cheese" Guess you know how it is Rocking mics with ease New flow new disease Flow so sick I'll make you sneeze Got so much ice on me man that shit gon make you freeze I'm so hot girls on me man that's 500 degrees Cheese, cheese (Yuh!) Cheese, cheese (Yuh!) Cheese (Got so much ice on me man that shit gon make you freeze) Cheese, cheese, that's 500 degrees! JR Swagger Ovadose boys Inzwa Cheese, cheese, cheese All types of cheese My keys on all typa rings I sing my own kinda steez I sting my voice on the streets I got Yo-Ho on the knees Santa Claus with the theme (Red) My kids are all on the skin (Red) Cheese, talking that blue cheese My life a movie, since my shit drop I ain't trippin ask Kudzi My nigga got the blueprint My haters are not coping My lyrics got them choking I'm provoking, the rhythm is top ten! (Hold up!) Rhyming assassin I'm sassy I'm proven, lyrics in ovens I'm out in the open an animal can't even copy I'm rolling with OGs (Rolling with rolling) Got all the punchlines, crunch time (Crunch time) Now you want high fives? (High fives) You thinking I'm living on barbed wire, well I'm metallic (Well I'm a) (AYE!) I got the jelly (AYE!) Fuck R Kelly (AYE!) Shout out to Jerry (AYE!) I'm lyrically telling (AYE!) I did the trapping (AYE!) I get the bag (Man I need to stop trippin) Say cheese, for a pic with a real nigga My clique on top of the list, weed (Top of the, top of the) For a sick lil bitch nigga, my clique gon' stop that shit (Gon' stop that shit) I'm talking rolling and smoking and then choking on the dust I'mma be blowing to them hater niggas slowly coz they suck Beatsmith bring it back! "Eh Ndruge, wazoita zvemugarden here iwe? Haha usaite masketch sha dai waita zvekudiridza mugarden!"