Lyrics Cheese - Sonny Miles

Moving along with the tide, riding the wave
Aiming aloud, aiming away
Doin′ the walk
Ain't a machine, just tryna do what i talk
Keeping a clean band ain′t counting no shit
Nigga need cheese, every account need a brick
Worldly worldly, heard that he's soon to come
Saw it for miles, heard that he go by the Son
They look what he's done
But i still ain′t done but a thang, i see no dents
Dents
Seven-hundred for some rent, shit
We used to hang, think we twirled bout a zip, in a weekend
Sane, losing the time, swerving lanes caught up inna spliff, the scene change
I sift through these changes real swiff
Can′t be no lame, can't be no bitch, i need that quick
I need that, got a counting itch

See tho these times still low
That′s the shit that let me know
Know its gonna turn real slow, real slow, but its just like so
Say know its gonna turn real slow, real slow, it was said and so

Know its gotta be
Soon I'll counting up my cheese
Count it up

Talkin′ bout this life
Envision
Tipping a show tonight, I got some money to spare
Family alright, just tryna see ass in the air
Oh what a sight and a stare
I feel the weight of the frost, ice on my wrist looking clear
Flying right over the arctic, look them polar bears
The dreams there

I'm back on Carolina corners
Tank steady staying empty
Roll a lil cash on a green quarter
Stroll it back through the city
In the TRE they make the money halt
PD they be sleepy
Tongue so hot in the town, ain′t made a pound or dollar
Ain't seen a plenty

Gotta get a new retention
How to make em wanna see
Cycle through my head how to make a scheme
All came back to doing me
All came back to minding mine, minding mine
Keep my name up out ya mouth
Nah nah keep it there
Tell 'em Catallabs is out
My god
Somewhere bout to make you wanna
Once again I′m on the corner
Lifestyles of broken old smiles, eyes hurt make you wonder
Member when the only time I heard a lean was a Fat Joe track
Now I′m somewhere sipping it
Here My Dear is in the back
Thinking Prince dead Michael dead Whitney dead
Medicating all they bodies
Hustle shit you gotta move
Doomsday waiting right in the lobby
Neat? nah you gotta eat if you barely wanna make it over
Til you can't sleep, think, hear feet think i need a strap for the shoulder
Don′t move not any closer
See with that cheese come them enemies know a nigga ain't needing no closure
That feed be taking a breathe exposure, help free the we til its over
Imma run up these streams, field them all in, and glove up some hits like I′m Dozier