Jason Jordan - Cheese lyrics

Yeah, Jason Let's go get 'em See I'm coming in hot Three hundred and seven degrees When I step on the scene Better tell 'em it's me The bad guy Call me Shredder with a veteran steez With money long I'm that cracker with the spreadable cheese You get it? Then jeez Relax, take a seat, kick back I'm Top Chef, the sh*t is simple as Easy Mac The demon's back Swing until my femur snaps I got the energy levels of taking speed with crack The beaten path was not for me, I went left (yeah) Stepped in the ring and duked sh*t to death I came to impress, you came to get wrecked When I flex, I'ma shake your brain with chin checks And a broken nose and go blow for blow Toe to toe I hope you that you know the ropes I've been against that wall like the shoulder closed But I rose up, evolved, and I chose my road And it's safe to say that they will never give me my props So I'm dropping non-stop Got my lane on lock I flow hard as rock Like I trained with Brock The hype is real, I'm about to go crazy watch They can't tame me or play me on radio I'm too real in a game full of fakes and so I go in, never let the devil take my soul I'm swinging Valyrian steel and break the mold You better listen what Jason be putting them in submission I'm ripping with precision until they gon' put me in prison For killing everything that entered my vision Weapons I'm grippin, and every incision I put all my enemies with 'em (rah!) Then you know I'm about to hop in the Chevy (skrt, skrt) And I'm pulling up with Tommy Vercetti You gonna need a cheat code if you're copying Jason 'Cause I'm wanted with 5 stars with a body already Ask Xan how he felt from the wrath of Jason He broke down, took a key, and he scratched his whip And then waved the white flag, said "I've had it, sh*t I just sent a couple tweets, I ain't ask for this!" But it's all in good fun, no beef lil' homie It was just a lesson that I teach, lil' homie Of what not to say when you speak, lil' homie And uh, I gotta practice what I preach lil homie Which is if you come at me, I'll go at you Times two Now they all know that's true I'ma rise through the ranks and fill up my piggy bank In a house on a hill with the Kodak view When I'm getting where I'm going I can sit and chill And stop killing everything in my peripheral (yeah) Gladiator on the mic is how I'm built for real So put them cards on the table like we split the bill The kid is ill I'm still in my monster mode So vamanos Be gone, yo it's time to go Find me in the Northeast like a lobster roll Throwing middle fingers up to the cop patrols You see Jason’s always wide awake So you just better ride away And find a hiding place where you can hide away