CHEESE
Rose gold on my toes. Giuseppe I'm stepping. Christian Luis Vuitton on my belly. They call me Grem but no I'm not teddy. Semi automatic, no co-defendant. Trappin' the trenches got boss credential. Submarine weight like I'm trappin Pacific. Ocean at ease on yo potion and shit(?) Lean got me moving slow motion and shit. Catching my nut then roll over on a bitch. But not for too long cause I'm tryin' get rich. A bezel, a brick, a onion no burger. Smoke Donatello, that's ninja turtle. Purp for you dummy. Dress code official. I'm selling sweat packs, nigga NO you can't get one.  Stripes like a ref with no whistle included. I'm working my wrist trying to live like a movie. GONE!


(hook)

Word around town he broke, but fuck what you say about me. Everybody wanna criticize cause I sell dope but they won't help me. Two Glock 40's on my hip, so you know it ain't no safety. If you know like I know boy you better keep it moving before they find you in these streets. I jumped off the porch as a jit. Damn, I won(wasn't) barely 13. Streets don't show a nigga nothin'. They'll show you ain't a damn thang (thing) free. The world full of fuck niggas, you'll get stuck nigga playing with my cheese. A1 say the hoes can wait, lil bro go get you some cheese. Louie sheets twistin'  up bitches but you won't loose a chick chasin' cheese

(verse 2)