Ray Bop - Chee$Eburger$ lyrics

Verse 1 
Uh, Let me show you what it be 'bout, 
I don't care what they doing I am on a cheese route
, All I see is dead people, prezzies what I dream 'bout
, So I make G.O.O.D Music, tryna get my Dreams Out, 
I'm, influenced by the dopeness, 
I'm a, New York player, nikka I could coach ya, Word to Shuttlesworth I play the game like I'm 'sposta
, So for what is worth, I'll grind 'till I'm under dirt uh!

 Hook Verse 2 
God of Flows all hail, spit heavenly flows, 
I froze hell, spoke braille, watch the flow sail
, Now I'm looking under couches for pennies, my dome peels
, This sh** speaks for itself, b**h I'm so ill
, But yet so gutless, 
Go head and freebase my lyrics all up in public, 
d**h is around the corner, them d** pitched, 
So stay on grind for dollars, them Cheeseburger Wallets!

 Hook 
Verse 3 George Yung with the Blow, do I feel 'em? Nah
, Feel like O.F.dubb (W).G, I'ma k** 'em All
, Dealing raw? not really, that's just how my sk** is ya'll
, Spitting hard, I wanna die counting a milli dawn
, That way I buy my way through Heaven, 
Like Lord I'm Big Pimpin' with 7 Mac 11's,
Gorgeous hustle, get it from the muscle, 
Middle finger out the wallet, b**h I'm screaming f** You! Outro