Blue Cheese Lyrics

Yeah, start my day, it's routine, yeah, namaste, it's gucci, yeah, yeah, start my day, it's

Routine, namaste, it's gucci, in time you gon' see who it be, the odds done been stacked

Up against me, what I'm smokin, blue cheese, what I'm makin, blue cheese, blue cheese

Smile for the camera, Mr. Blow, cheese, got a momma, I'll blow, oh, jeez, ever since a youngin

With my home team, go, go crank the dial up, go and get some miles in, you know me, I been

Up in the sky like a pilot, got, got beat sometimes in the sad times, like violin, you know me and my

Streets, they the violin, but I'm tryna go break away, sky high, set all my goals, type of man

You're not tryna step on my toes, yeah, hit him with a whoa, I don't wanna admit it, man, let's

Go and check the pose, yeah, I be hidin' when I'm hittin' borders, when I'm goin' through with all

The totals, y'all already know, fuck, ain't my hand lookin' nice in my bluff, y'all already know me

In the game, in discussion, you know me, I'm not here, I'm funny, not blushin, I'm good, gone

Smokin' a pole, you know me, I'm floatin, yep, I'm good, gone, I'mma bring the hook back in a few

You know I'm good, gone, I'm smokin' the pipe, y'all already know she want pipe, y'all

Already know it's all night, y'all already know I ain't afraid of nothin, but except for my freights

What's that even mean, you really wanna go, no, I'ma get it green, you already know I'm ready for

The show, gotta shootin' out the gun in the summer game, SCD, wish you were me, I was out here

Ballin' for the home team, he know me, man, I got the blue cheese, I got the cheese in my lap

Got greed like Bernie Madoff, cheese in my lap, I got the keys in my lap, yeah, about to hit takeoff

Trust me, she in the fields and she ain't backin' up, tippin' chauffeurs and the waiters

Settin' my number, y'all, slidin' on a napkin, got cheese in the lap, you know I'm gonna greed

Bernie Madoff, hey, hey, hey, let's see how much we can go and get a takeoff, hey, hey, hey

Spendin' money dollars up on the finer things, got gas and I ain't smokin' Japanese, got mine

Buyin, got my head in rotation, gonna pop these gummies, yeah, silly man, but now I ain't makin

Dummies, yeah, it's so funny, we out here with the cheddar cheese, you know you ain't makin

Cheese, smokin' up out and I got my eyes like Chinese, like money, honey, somethin' never

Addin' up, see me runnin' from that lil' pop, got startin' off the tab, but I ask

They poppin' dimes with it, huh, havin' a time with it, huh, write my steps down with it

Linin' shit, but I never leave backtracks, that's some clothes, wipe off the stitches

And you know I done lose, hold up, let her go and put the britches up, hey, you already know me

I'm leavin' stitches up, all on her forehead, she want a Tennessee steak or more head

I can't remember which one, since she graduate, got money on the mindset, hey, hit the gym

Then hit a bench press, hey, that shit inclinin, my money inclinin, you know me

I'm out here on ladders, I'm climbin, you know me, I'm striving to go be the best

You can go shoot, but I ain't got the vest, you already know I'm a gon' be direct

I got the money, the mula was next, I don't know, I ain't think that far

Like I never get past next, next, she hit a call, then a text, text, I got the flow and it's best

Best, up in my city without even tryin, I'm not even tryin, this ain't even Brett

Do what does that mean, you already know I'm a threat on the beats, I, what's my name even

B-R-E-T-T-M-I-C-H-E-L-T-E-P-E, what's my confirmation name been, Nicholas, been ridiculous

Since Saint Nicholas, middle school shit, that was H-T, got the holy trinity, got the photos on

The spirit, that's just the school that I been, huh, imagine the life that I lived, huh