Thinking he could beat me, his bean sized little mind made him
Can you blame her? hundred dollars for them bitches wann’t a option
You wonda why they call u bitch
Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich
Still hear that laughin' under breath while the orlando police
I'll eat you like velveeta when i smother it all on my mac and cheese,
Now you speaking my language
Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich
A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies
Only globular / overseas cos they've got cheese
We getting cheese like it's macaroni,
If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see
Rap is easier than having rats to please with mac & cheese
Crazed raised off hennesey, tell me will my enemies
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