Sometimes all i see is the bright blue tree
Look, i'm still talking to you baby
And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely
The impact of our biggest pie bit, weakest priority,
In rap is like basing parade off of cheese,
I'm everything that they call nice
I just wish for big tit chicks and getting cheese
I’m a beast when my shit hits the streets these niggas cease
And leave the scene the way i came herethough some people say it's crazy
Away from society, cause everyone siblings in your family tree
I may be level 1, but that doesn't mean i'm a rookie, you dissed nobody, congrats, want a cookie?
I said rap about illuminati - not talk shit with the lyricism of a kid and act cocky
But now i'm pointin the finger at police
Bust out the green and pocket full of cheese
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