Hell, ever since i was a little nigga havin' fantasies
Never met stupid black lazy thugs or crackers with cheese,
In rap is like basing parade off of cheese,
We skip college, chase dollars and black pennies
Doin wild shit, lookin at the sun don't pay
Smoke cheese all day, getting blown away
And the 9th is on the track bitch
Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich
That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money
You see i'm tryna get the cheese legitimately
Now they give a fuck about usand if i choose to ride
Crunching cheetos between my teeth turning em orange from white,
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