Bun N Cheese

Lyrics

[Intro: Kirk Knight] Got it all right, all weak and shit, uh Check, check, (turn my level up), check (one time), check [Verse 1: Kirk Knight] Okay vanity and insanity gives me my fuckin peace of mind Shootin' ten millimeters of thoughts, that's just my peace of mind Give me mine, I gotta go, I gotta eat, I gotta shine This is my generation, confederation see through lies Treaties of BB bread me bean bc beegee of fiji water, fuck you comin' from? Dickhead man, you fuckin' up, militant or long-shot, give me bread and then I play my part And apparently parently until I see through dark To the playground, don't play on grounds until my kingdom comes And if your body is a temple then let that kingdom come So check if Hell freeze over, then we're all over Niggas shootin' down the range in a Range Rover Heroin in a Range Rover (Rover) and it's all over Check [Verse 2: Capital STEEZ] Tell me what they want from me Fuck that shit, roll up the trees Life ain't nothin' but a lucid dream, but I must admit that I could use the cheese King Capital, seen so many colors, got blackened thoughts In a psych ward with a mic cord, they can't say nothin' to him so they backin' off So I snuck in the room like a elephant, you can't hide the truth and that's evident Take a puff just to find where Heaven is, that's the stuff that they grind for the smell of it Givin' the cops a reason to stop, got the 47, not the beams and the Glocks Third eye wide, I'ma aim for the top I made that shit from the cream of the crop [Chorus: CJ Fly] They just mad 'cause I'm the nigga that they wanna be, be, be, be, be, be, be, be, be This for all the chicks that try to even front on me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me Middle fingers to the niggas makin' fun of me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me This for all my niggas that be eatin' bun and cheese, cheese, cheese, cheese, cheese, cheese, cheese, cheese, cheese [Verse 3: A La $ole] I said peace to the gods, you know we cruisin' on that highway Shorty said that I'm a big mack, I'll have it my way Woah, let's not take it so slow, come to the crib and get with a Pro I'm kickin' the flows that I pick like a 'fro Keep it on swank 'cause that's how we roll How we 'posed to kill these tracks? I don't even know My rhymes all dope, white snow for noses The four for poses who fake the showbiz I go nuts, so you niggas roasted Young King Tut, pharoah to most men My fly is golden, my eyes is open Shorty, what's the deal, can I get open? I interscope it I spit it so raw, I live in the stars We chillin' on Mars, the king of it all Space-born boy, I shine like bald spots Came through, we on top, you niggas is all shocked I ball, by the way, my John Stock', can't front on the kid So you niggas need to fall back, I rip the cages My savage greatest, never trust hoes, these dimes two-faced it If you don't know this, back to basics, I run this rap shit, no need for racin' Face it, no competition could pace this Young prophets, we bless your graces, from broke to cakin' We eatin' good, Flatbush to the world, you niggas shook Yo, Fly, come through with another hook Leave them on death row like a nigga Suge [Verse 4: CJ Fly] Tryna be a star so when I'm sad I light I'm satisfied, they just sad it's fly I might not be the first to class if I Don't rationalize with the hands of time Spittin' every last new line Feelin' like I'm the last in line Pay your respects and know that the cash is fine Mind racin', feelin' like The Flash inside The Pro saucy, got it by the gram Became the man by popular demand We fried and still poppin' in Japan You shoulda known that I would have had flow, damn What you waitin' for? I'm takin' off if you take too long It ain't my loss, if we ain't involved, ain't my fault I don't got time to waste on broads Bombard every time I drop these bomb bars These calm chords, when I drop they want me like concords I morph whenever they takin' time off, But when it's time for it, my suit gon' be Tom Ford, Oh, Lord, need dope shit? My crew's your fix Caduceus when we choose to shift These gangsters stay dumpin' just like what we do with clips I admit my doobie boobie and my doobie do be thick [Chorus: CJ Fly] They just mad 'cause I'm the nigga that they wanna be, be, be, be, be, be, be, be, be This for all the chicks that try to even front on me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me Middle fingers to the niggas makin' fun of me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me This for all my niggas that be eatin' bun and cheese, cheese, cheese, cheese, cheese, cheese, cheese, cheese, cheese