Cheddar Chase

Wake up in the morning
All my niggas on a cheddar chase
My brother had me mournin'
I just know he in a better place

Gon pull up in a foreign
For all them times we couldn't neva play
Off pasto, I be soarin'
Cuz I'm anxious, I can't neva wait

I'm rollin' up that strong
Why you smokin' on that featherweight
Runtz for my cologne
Might just mix it wit some Wedding Cake

I need it for these songs
Hit the backwood, then I meditate
Gon put my people on
Why you bullshit and you rather play

Ain't got no time to waste
So I ain't really tryna hesitate
Money in the safe
Just so we can see a better day

You know we gon be straight
Cuz I got bars, and I be sellin' weight
Wan pull up in Wraith
And you see stars, just like the Heaven Gates

Slidin' through the city
And you know I got my glock on
Can't let these niggas get me
If you try it, you get shot homes

I'm vile, because Young Pa' gone
Man he shoulda had his fye on
Got my semi for the envy
I can't let this shit be bygones

Tryna get out from that trappin'
Punn keep comin' wit da fye zones
Know I gotta make it happen
Call my phone, and you hear dial tones

Niggas hate I started rappin'
Won't no door for me to knock on
Hit the beat, I get to snappin'
Lito roll, then Ima rock on

Wake up in the morning
All my niggas on a cheddar chase
My brother had me mournin'
I just know he in a better place

Gon pull up in a foreign
For all them times, we couldn't neva play
Off pasto, I be soarin'
Cuz I'm anxious, I can't neva wait

I'm rollin' up that strong
Why you smokin' on that featherweight
Runtz for my cologne
Might just mix it wit some Wedding Cake

I need it for these songs
Hit the backwood, then I meditate
Gon put my people on
Why you bullshit and you rather play

Just left Dave & Busters
Had to pop out wit da fam
Fuck wit them, then Ima blam
Cuz Ion really give a damn

I came from weighin' grams
Hidin' P's from Uncle Sam
Got' be cautious wit them trees
And you can't talk up in that jam

'Ready know that paper comin'
On these hooks, I'm goin' ham
All them nights when we was slummin'
Granny house, was eatin' spam

Now the melody be hummin'
And the beats be goin' bam
Spit the pain straight from my stomach
Hope that shit get me a Lamb



Credits
Writer(s): Keonte Bradley
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link