Lyrics 202 Mash-Up - CheeseCurls202

They don't know what we all about
If you know the name that's free clout
If you day one I stand by you
Keep your 10 toes on the ground

You ain't really gotta like me
So there's no point in your talking
I notice just be barking
I wonder when gone bite me

Making old school new school they hella mad cus I'm hella cool
Mixing old groove and new groove when you run it back it's the future too

Eating real good you would think I'd be fat
And they talking trash I'm declining the beef
They think they the boss and don't know how to act
So I'm pulling up like commander and chief

The goal will always be to be the best
So I'm working harder than the rest never stressed
Say it louder with my chest, have a technique like it's chess
Cul-de-sac be the same team, better yet be the A-team
Scream it loud ehen they hating, now I found out his bae sing
Call her up get a preview her voice is amazing

She ain't even have to sing yet we conversating
But time is money stop procrastinating
And she thinks I'm funny but girl I'm not playing
We not vibing she not on my wavelink

Why do y'all get mad when you the one that wanna be snarky
Steady feud after feud after feud like I'm Steve Harvey
I'll just treat it like it's child's play somebody get Andy Barclay
I think I gotta blend the flow again so where's the coffee

Better yet just apple juice will do
Besides rugrats is on soon
After I that episode I'm a just chill
Hang with the crew got time to kill

Still rapping with the references I always got my cheesy flow
My goals will be definite can't tell the distance I can go
It's my turn to drive the boat y'all just hold the paddles imma row
It's time to I own the show, weather I got the braids or I got the fro

I'll be jumping over hurdles till I reach my peak
And the ones that help me prosper gone be part of the family stating with...

Young, black, I'm a golfer, and I'm a swimmer too
I'm a gamer, rapper, and I'm doing Youtube
I am the definition of a oreo
But I would bet all my money that yall already knew though

Didn't mess with ela and now I'm writing bangers
Now my racks are full I'm running out of hangers
No I'm not touching drugs because i am not a slanger
I'm the only black kid in school to wear some wranglers

With suspenders and a bowtie
The way that rock my style you think I was an old guy
My nickname should be Doritos cus I'm the boldest
Better yet, freezer burn cus my rhymes the coldest

I don't care if your wrist is frozer
My cold flow and my hot bars are bipolar
I thought that I told ya
Imma keep my hype on ten and I ain't scared of the one tells me bring it lower

Liar, liar
The way that I spit I can start a fire
Times are dire
I know you hate me cus your expired
You had a plan but it backfired

I'm feelin unusual
I know you don't feel it because the feelin ain't neutral

I only my made one song, why am I in a box?
I don't care how many there are, I'm breakin all the locks

I'm the one hundredth coin that they all glad to see
If you don't like it doesn't mad at me
If you know me to be timid you should know that that's blasphemy
When my jam on it's something that you have to see
Check it out

I'm not a star but I dress flashy
Old school like that cat and mouse game mappy
I'm tryna be hotter than Australia acres
You people getting baited like half the Lakers

I wear a button down and i get more eyes
Like look at this monkey try to be civilized
Converse, news cap, and white suspenders
Kiss my shiny metal rear, then call me bender

I was thinking if I move away
Would they then try to call, see if I am okay
Shoot a text no reply oh well
Just remember like a hotel
You just had to check in