Pro Era - Bun N Cheese lyrics

[Intro] Right, all week and sh** uh Check, check, (turn my level up), check (one time) check [Verse 1: Kirk Knight] Ok, vanity and insanity gives me my f**in peace of mind Shootin ten millimeters of thoughts, thats just my peace of mind Give me mine, I gotta go, I gotta eat, I gotta shine This is my generation, confederation see through lies Treaties of BB bread me bean bc beegee of fiji water, f** you coming from? Dickhead man, you f**in up, militant or long shot give me bread then I play my part And apparently parently until I see through dark To the playground, dont play on grounds until my kingdom comes And if your body is a temple then let that kingdom come So check if hell freeze over, then were all over n***as shootin down the range in a Range Rover Heroin in a range rover (rover) and its all over Check [Verse 2: Capital STEEZ] Tell me what they want from me? f** that sh** roll up the trees Life ain't nothing but a lucid dream, but I must admit I could use the cheese King Capital, seen so many colors got blackened thoughts In a psych ward with a mic cord they can't say nothing to him so they backing off So I snuck in the room like an elephant, you can't hide the truth and thats evident Take a puff just to find out where heaven is, theres the stuff grind for the smell of it Giving the cops, a reason to stop, got the 47, not the beams and the gloccs Third eye wide gonna aim for the top I made that sh** from the cream of the crop [Hook: CJ Fly] They just mad, cause I'm the n***a that they wanna be, be, be, be, be This for all the chicks thats even try to front on me, me, me, me, me, me, me Middle finger to the n***as makin fun of me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me This for all my n***as that be eatin' buns and cheese, cheese, cheese, cheese [Verse 3: A La $ole] I said peace to the gods, you know we be cruisin on that highway Shorty said that Im a big mac, I'll have it my way Woah, lets not take it so slow, come to the crib and get with a pro I'm kickin the flows that I pick like a fro Keep it on swa*k cause thats how we roll How we pose, to k** these tracks, I dont even know My rhymes all dope, white snow for noses The four for poses, who fake the showbiz I go nuts, so you n***as roasted Young King Tut, pharoah to most men My fly is golden, my eyes is open Shorty whats the deal, can I get open? I interscope it I spit so raw, I live in the stars We chillin on Mars, the kings of New York Spaceborne Boy,, I shine like bald spots Came through we on top, you n***as is all shocked I ball by the way my john stocks, can't front on the kid So you n***as need to fall back, I rip the cages My savage greatest, never trust hoes these dimes two faced If you dont know this back to basics, we run this rap sh** No need for racing, face it, no competition could pace this Young prophets we bless ya graces, from broke to cakin' We eating good, Flatbush to the world, you n***as shook Yo, Fly, come through with another hook Leave them on d**h row like a n***a Suge [Verse 4: CJ Fly] Trying to be a star so when I'm sad I light I'm satisfied, they just sad its fly I might not be the first to cla** if I Don't rationalize with the hands of time Spittin every last new line Feeling like I'm the last in line Pay your respect and know that the cash is fine. Mind racing, feeling like the flash inside The pro Saucy got it by the gram Became the man by popular demand We fried and still poppin in ya/ja pan You shoulda known that I would have had flows damn What you waitin for? I'm taking off, if you take too long It ain't my loss, if we ain't involved, ain't my fault I don't got time to waste on broads Bombard every time I drop these bomb bars These calm chords when I drop they want me like concords I morph whenever they taking time off, But when its time for it my suit gone be Tom Ford, Oh, Lord. Need dope sh**, my crews your fix Caduceus when we choose to shift These gangters stay dumping just like what we do with clips I admit my doobie b**bie and my doobie do be thick [Hook]