Mac & Cheese

Pussy sound like mac and cheese, used to eat at Mickey D's Before the streets, we was at PCC, playin' three on three Eject your soul, out your fuckin' body like a DVD You can't be fuckin' with me for a sack or a mini-me Niggas always hatin' on my music cause they envy me No handouts gifted, we really a dream team Bitches be fishin', it's so many in the sea I think you should listen, only cause I be so T'D But we not playin' tag, so many blues in my fuckin' pockets but I don't wanna sag Caught the ball now I gotta blast, pussy could wait cause I want the cash I'm a lonely boy, I be really sad, we got the cheat code, like we really hack Hot Cheetos & Ruffles, that was real dinner, act like I'm an average nigga, I'm a real blender Might pray to God but I'm a real sinner Wait, hold on, hold on Realism in my veins, through my skin, all the way to my bones Watch out for these snoofys, they be singin' like they Post Malone Ain't tryna get rich, do me a favor, please don't call my phone Stress and anxiety, running through my soul all the way up to my dome Never cared about anyone opinion, so no need for the dissin' How the f*ck you sellin' all that gas and you penny pinchin' All I did was make eye contact, why the f*ck you flinchin' Uh Uh F*ck school, I was really ditchin' For that money, I was really itchin' Lil on his mental cause he was really twitchin' Millys the only thing that I'm really missin' Bluefaces the only thing that I'm blitzing' They don't understand how I was really livin' No Hands Out Tell me why..you..got your hand out