Hook (Drew The MC):
Guess you know how it is (Ay)
Rocking mics with ease
New flow new disease
Flow so sick I’ll make you sneeze (Atchu!)
Got so much ice on me man that shit gon make you freeze
(Hol' up)
I’m so hot girls on me man that’s 500 degrees (Yuh!)
Cheese, Cheese
Cheese (Aha), Cheese
Cheese (Nigga!), Cheese (Ouuu)
Cheese (Cheese)
Cheese, Cheese (Cheese), that’s 500 degrees!
Verse 1 (Jabba):
Ouu
Flashbacks of the Bando
Late nights in the studio
Man I should’ve known
Now we blowing up radio
Hanna trapping on patio
She warned you niggas from the get go
But you never listen, see that’s your problem
Now you mad, cause a nigga popping
Niggas tried to tell me how to do it, but I let it go
Will it work? Man, never know
I just know that I win more
Plus, most you boys still in bad form
Had a new girl, so I’d sip slow
Plans pass, when her booty grow
Stay gassed, and her skin glow
So I rate y’all should pick up the tempo
Coming up I wasn’t too sure, like beyond all the music what is it? (What is it?)
We put a facade on the front door, let these niggas believe that you ignant
(But you never!)
But you’ll never let 'em catch you smiling
You never let her think you biting
(Please!), Silence (Silence!)
You (You!), whyling (Whyling!)
I’m Climbing the charts, I’m faster than Bolt, I feel like I'm not even trying
Ang’sena skhathi, so don’t get involved, Ntwana Yam ushaywe yiTiming
Haibo (Haibo!) don’t mess with the boss (Haibo!)
I leave you lost in the sauce
Still no degree but we suited up
Call it Mike, Ross
Hook (Drew The MC):
Guess you know how it is (Ay!)
Rocking mics with ease
New flow new disease
Flow so sick I’ll make you sneeze (Atchu!)
Got so much ice on me man that shit gon' make you freeze
(Hol' up)
I’m so hot girls on me man that’s 500 degrees (Yuh!)
Cheese (Cheese), Cheese
Cheese (Cheese) , Cheese
Cheese (got so much ice on me man that shit gon' make you freeze)
Cheese, cheese, that’s 500 degrees!
Verse 2 (Hanna):
Yo!
Pick it up pick it up pick it up
That’s my shit (Ay!)
Gimme my songs man
That’s my hit (Ay)
All black Honda
That’s my fit (Ay)
Yo!
Optimism running through my veins
Music making take away the pain
Awkward when I saw you yesterday
Had to hit you up then just to say:
I needed pacing
Look in the mirror to see what I’m facing
I’m tired of waiting
Tired of living life happy adjacent
Moments like this make you see what you making
A big deal of
But that’s alright
I know you stressed
I know it’s tight
You think you should
I think I might
I think you cute
You know I’m right
Ain’t nothing stopping us now
Soon enough bags will be all that I’m carrying (Carrying!)
Music and passion are all that I’m marrying (Marrying!)
Keeping it real till it’s time for the burying (Buying!)
Ay!
Livin at ease, one with the breeze
Pick up the cheese, get this degree
Pick up the beats, give them the heat
This is my shot, so make ‘em say
"Cheese"
Hook (Drew The MC):
Guess you know how it is
Rocking mics with ease
New flow new disease
Flow so sick I’ll make you sneeze
Got so much ice on me man that shit gon make you freeze
I’m so hot girls on me man that’s 500 degrees
Cheese, cheese (Yuh!)
Cheese, cheese (Yuh!)
Cheese (got so much ice on me man that shit gon make you freeze)
Cheese, cheese, that’s 500 degrees!
Verse 3 (Drew The MC)
JR
Swagger Ovadose boys
Inzwa
Cheese, cheese, cheese
All types of cheese
My keys on all typa rings
I sing my own kinda steez
I sting my voice on the streets
I got Yo-Ho on the knees
Santa Claus with the theme (red)
My kids are all on the skin (red)
Cheese, talking that blue cheese
My life a movie, since my shit drop I ain't trippin ask Kudzi
My nigga got the blueprint
My haters are not coping
My lyrics got them choking
I’m provoking, the rhythm is top ten! (Hold up!)
Rhyming assassin I’m sassy I’m proven, lyrics in ovens
I’m out in the open an animal can’t even copy I’m rolling with OGs (rolling with rolling)
Got all the punchlines, crunch time (crunch time)
Now you want high fives? (high fives)
You thinking I’m living on barbed wire, well I’m metallic (well I’m a) (AYE!)
I got the jelly (AYE!)
Fuck R Kelly (AYE!)
Shout out to Jerry (AYE!)
I’m lyrically telling (AYE!)
I did the trapping (AYE!)
I get the bag (Man I need to stop trippin)
Say cheese, for a pic with a real nigga
My clique on top of the list, weed (top of the, top of the)
For a sick lil bitch nigga, my clique gon' stop that shit (gon' stop that shit)
I’m talking rolling and smoking and then choking on the dust
I’mma be blowing to them hater niggas slowly coz they suck…
Beatsmith bring it back!
“Eh Ndruge, wazoita zvemugarden here iwe? Haha usaite masketch sha dai waita zvekudiridza mugarden!"
