Cheese

Moving along with the tide, riding the wave Aiming aloud, aiming away Doin' the walk Ain't a machine, just tryna do what i talk Keeping a clean band ain't counting no shit Nigga need cheese, every account need a brick Worldly worldly, heard that he's soon to come Saw it for miles, heard that he go by the Son They look what he's done But i still ain't done but a thang, i see no dents Dents Seven-hundred for some rent, shit We used to hang, think we twirled bout a zip, in a weekend Sane, losing the time, swerving lanes caught up inna spliff, the scene change I sift through these changes real swiff Can't be no lame, can't be no bitch, i need that quick I need that, got a counting itch See tho these times still low That's the shit that let me know Know its gonna turn real slow, real slow, but its just like so Say know its gonna turn real slow, real slow, it was said and so Know its gotta be Soon I'll counting up my cheese Count it up Talkin' bout this life Envision Tipping a show tonight, I got some money to spare Family alright, just tryna see ass in the air Oh what a sight and a stare I feel the weight of the frost, ice on my wrist looking clear Flying right over the arctic, look them polar bears The dreams there I'm back on Carolina corners Tank steady staying empty Roll a lil cash on a green quarter Stroll it back through the city In the TRE they make the money halt PD they be sleepy Tongue so hot in the town, ain't made a pound or dollar Ain't seen a plenty Gotta get a new retention How to make em wanna see Cycle through my head how to make a scheme All came back to doing me All came back to minding mine, minding mine Keep my name up out ya mouth Nah nah keep it there Tell 'em Catallabs is out My god Somewhere bout to make you wanna Once again I'm on the corner Lifestyles of broken old smiles, eyes hurt make you wonder Member when the only time I heard a lean was a Fat Joe track Now I'm somewhere sipping it Here My Dear is in the back Thinking Prince dead Michael dead Whitney dead Medicating all they bodies Hustle shit you gotta move Doomsday waiting right in the lobby Neat? nah you gotta eat if you barely wanna make it over Til you can't sleep, think, hear feet think i need a strap for the shoulder Don't move not any closer See with that cheese come them enemies know a nigga ain't needing no closure That feed be taking a breathe exposure, help free the we til its over Imma run up these streams, field them all in, and glove up some hits like I'm Dozier