Ric - Da Cheese Lyrics

Let's Get to the Doe just like Jehovah witness
I'm talking money shut up man mind yo business
I'm so sick with it I should visit a clinic
Want pockets Bruce Bruce
Cause that is what My will is

I just be dancing and moving
These people don't understand why I be grooving

U figured yo girl didn't have an option
Then why is it me she be choosing

I be giving out lessons and winning
Y'all wanna know how the hell I stop losing

Don't like the police but
I'm get u a tickets because you so trash pollution

She call me baby but I can't give her no cradle

She ain't mine
We ain't got a label

She gone ride come out the stable

Real life problems I'm really not stable
But I can't be telling Tall fables
But me and God together super fatal
Bro tryna kill me off like Abel
gonna get the bread just like a bagel

She wanting a wedding ring
I gotta get me the finer things
Then Ima make her the finest thing
Give her the world she still complain
And they know that i rap good
Breaking tracks like a backwoods
Bro when you gone let me in the Pit?
Naw man we ain't that good

Say My backpack is childish
I could kill you with kindness
I use to use violence
I can't hold my silence
Yo girl got some mileage
Still broken but still smiling
I ball with the Mavericks
2 hours from Dallas
I be dressing me I'm my own salad
All of these flow cause I'm my own stylist
If u ain't seen me in years
My impact will shock
Man I'm something static
Skill from my daddy but God given talent
Going up like pallets
Rip Rip Uncle Allen
Rip Rip Uncle Howard
Ric Ric I'm DaCheese
Ric Ric Got DaCheese

Dreads like a predator
Turn them prey
I know some editor
U get erased
I am not regular
I'm greater than great
U just a settler
We not the same

No dinner if they gone dessert me I promise I promise that they will not hurt me
I got some good percs and I'm up like a perky
I'm ready to rumble these turkeys
I race to the finish like Herby or Kentucky derby don't gas me I'm burping
Back on the grind super early you hearing me chirpy
It's cause I'm that birdie

Treat it like traffic man I know this your jam SHE
Lightskin like Gina
But fanny like Pam I'M
Not me a loser
Cause I think like a champ
I Don't know Charlie horse cause my style can't be cramped