CHEESECAKE (feat. Packard Browne)

Youre looking at the creator of the pmp Potty mouth posse Use to wear them Hand me down's frequently Now producers hand me beats I catch em in guillotines Till im outta breath Or im fast asleep Run the track back Im an athlete Its like im shooting dice Off the way All the numbers coming back to me I feed a verse The verse feed my family Please dont get in-between M e and my creativity Before this I was plugin Before I knew about vsts Not tryna go back Keep it a buck centipede For centuries to come You gonna remember me Surviving off a daydream That I started at eight teen Killing beats Like me and the beat Werent on the same team Cleaning old wounds no saline You game if you play me Im irish the cake green About to bust the case seem Open I hope you know That money couldn't change me The only thing it brings is extra entrees The dinner three stacks So the bill named andre I own the north west But I aint kim or kanye Im slick off the top New name Call me pomade Slick and sticky Like the exotic I brought with me Roll a punching a bag And I get to hitting Ha no kidding My brain shift Right before I see the blunt finish Every verse a marathon I just hope they keep up Whether you competing Or watching from the bleachers If its one on one Any baller getting sweeped up I can take the team All deadly from the knees up But I stay down like tree trunks Reeking of the green funk Almost dropped another album Told myself ease up Wait Would it reach them Or do Icdish a pies for the low Like Little caesars Moving on to big things Big watch with the big chain Hundred mill thats my bitch name Cuban link hang Nickname it kunta kinte Rockstar flo The beat had me on my rick james Streets songs Switched lanes My tounge name sony Off the way that I spit game Lit this off a dim flame Lyrics made of propane I aint gotta tell you ima pro mane Ima baker where the dough hang We talking bread I want the whole thang A young goat is my full name The flo so dope no cocaine Sun bright no rain Speaking like a sun ray Im miami heat Im uv on the beach waves Im lime wire with the free tapes I touched keys no keyscape All my records clean slates Stop calling me davidson for petesakes Or else you dinner On my clean plate And I hate to see you decay