Cheese And Dope Freestyle

Everybody doing that Cheese and Dope Challenge on Instagram, that's funny
You not trolling me with that shit? (What?)
Cheese and dope shit, that Project Pat (Yeah)

Bitch, I'm better, bitch, I'm better, bitch, I'm better, bitch, I'm better
I do better, I do better, I do better, I do better
You wanna fight? You wanna fight? You wanna fight? You wanna fight?
Juice Mayweather, Juice Mayweather, Juice Mayweather, Juice Mayweather (Ha-ha-ha)
Look at the way I'ma spit this shit, look at the way I used to hit them licks
I was back in the Chi', I was running through the 6, like Drake, but I don't got no woes for shit
Pull up on the scene with the chopper, like, "Damn"
Nigga shoot him in his face, but it hit his bitch
All I know is get the cash and stack it, yeah, after I make you flip
Smoking on dope, smoking on dope, selling that dope, I'm in the trap
Used to have brown in a bag, used to serve it out my lab
Fifty more dollars, had to pay to get high in my house
But if you was tweaking, fuck it, load that clip when I kick you out
I got cheese, hoes, and a bunch of fucking dope
I got P's, coke, and some killers at the door
Niggas fake, lip syncing, Milli Vanilli on these hoes
I'm just popping like a wheelie, like Meek Milly on a go, ayy
Off of the molly, I'm a whole different person
Snakes in the grass, but I see the serpent
Run up on me, I get to murking
Gun is a bird, It get to chirping
Ooh, ayy, ayy, she tell me I'm pretty, I say, "I'm prettier in person", ooh, ayy
I thank God every day, he bless me, this discernment
I see demons, I see demons, I see angels, uh
My eyes are like cameras, and I see it from different angles, uh, ayy
Run up on me, you get shot, huh, gun on my hip, uh-uh, ayy
Boy, this bitch I pocket, huh, yeah, I got a pocket rocket, huh, ayy
Project Pat, uh, I'm a project kid, uh
Hit you in yo' stomach, bullets, you digesting it
I never had no Section 8, no, I lived in that Section A
UP universe park, that's where I was at, that's where we fucking stayed, ayy
We was in Cal' Park, ayy, upping the hunnids, ayy, ayy
Niggas in Rosen, ay, ay, getting that money, ayy, ayy
Over ease up in the streets, acting grimey, ayy, ayy
I ain't Thug, but some my niggas'll get real slimey, ayy, ayy
Huh, .40 with that 30, I deserve it
I'm balling for that green, I'm shooting on my Larry Bird shit
Niggas know what's up, I'm in the kitchen, like I'm Curry
Whipping, whipping, flipping chickens, Harold's to the churches
Niggas know what's up with me, in the kitchen with the cutlery
Balling, Jimmy Butler, rushing, I was Chrissy Tucker, please
Get the fuck back, 'fore we fuck up 'yo set
Dropping sets, loading TEC's
Hit your face and yo' neck
Bitch, I'm balling, don't need rebounds, I'm dunking on the bitch
Up in school, I couldn't do no work, I was flunking in that bitch
High as fuck, off the Xans, sleep in class, fuck the work
Matter fact, after class, I was probably selling work
I had Addy's for the 30, I had Vyvanse for the 10
I had all types of Xans, I used to pass that to my friends
Who get high up beside lunch, after that, probably skip school
I was riding 'round the city with my motherfucking tool, uh
Used to leave the burbs, go back to the city
Gun with a pretty pea coat, Pretty Ricky
You get shot in yo' back, if you think this shit sweet
Mask on me, it ain't Halloween, still Trick or Treat
All these hoes wanna fuck on me, they can't get dick for free
Matter fact, can't get dick at all, 'cause these bitches ain't for me
They be trifling, they be trifling, tryna rob, tryna scheme
If a bitch tryna set my brothers up, might leave her on the scene, uh
See, my gun is bisexual, it also knows a lot of big words, it's perplexual
See, bitch, I be flexing, and my life is on a pedestal
I'm just like KISS or sum', I got that heavy metal, and I'm rocking