Khalifthe1st - Da Goodness Freestyle (feat. Cheese) Lyrics

Leef man, he get the bucks and I'm back on the beat, man
Said so much that I can't write, ran outta shit to say
Damn, hold up man, but I'm having a blessed day
Man, shout out to tomorrow, tomorrow pay day
Okay, man, hold up, you wanna do it right now
You in the way, man, niggas spray rounds
Hold on, somebody, calling my phone, man, I ain't picking up now
Cause I'm on the beat, man, and they a f*cking clown
But he trying to cop, cop some work, trying cop a pound
No, hell no, bro, I ain't coming around
Bitch, I'm in the crib, man, and I'm laying around
Like all them kings do, cause I got the crown
Niggas ain't gonna do shit, I ain't putting it down
Man, f*ck you talking about, nigga, I got the work
And I'm in your bitch and I'm up her skirt
She,like damn Leef, man, boy, you did me dirty
I'm like, I don't care, baby, but I love you, baby
If you wanna get high, you can take a 30
If you wanna get drunk, you can suck the 30
I don't give a f*ck about, man, this beats so hard
And I'm about to do a remix
It's, uh, put the weed, got the weed, about to put the weed
In the motherf*cking jars, man, in the bars, man
And I got them bars, I ain't selling no hard
Cause them days is over, I'm a millionaire, dawg
This beat so hard

Beat so hard, and this shit don't stop
Yall nigga talking bout yall nigga started from the bottom
Please niggas when we been on top, fresh to def, superstar niggas from the bottom
Yall niggas talking bout yall Hollywood nigga, please
I been f*ckin playin with them shells man they call me cheese
Nah, I changed my name to El Guapo, cause when I got it on me they call me El Chapo
F*ck yall nigga talking bout don't come around me
I'mma free man now, nigga don't find me, don't down me
Don't try me, because I'll walk the other way
Because I f*cking know better
And yall niggas say please, I blow cheddar
And niggas not on my level, not on my levels
Yall niggas alphabet, babies
Yall niggas crack babies
Please, I'm a crack baby from the 80s

Damn, ran out of juice

Ran out of gas never that
Nigga, f*ck you talkin about, I'm in a Cadillac
In a f*cking hoopie, I'm in squader
Niggas don't wanna f*ck with me, I pull up in a Mirada
Niggas s don't want it, nigga I never get gassed out
I got too much ammunition, I got too much ambition
I never run out of ammunition, nigga
Even if I got a 30, I still got another 30
Clips, that is, best believe clips, that is
Bricks, that is, nah, nigga clips, this is
Cause its all about the war, that's the holy jihad
Niggas don't wanna f*ck with me, y'all niggas is fags

Oh, damn, that's sad
Hold on, man, I thought these niggas was getting money, no bags
Hold up, n***a, I'm putting niggas in body bags
Nigga I'm lining niggas up, freeze tag
Because you ain't f*cking moving it, man
This shit is oozing, And your bitch getting up, that bitch is juicy
And she giving me top, and I pulled up in the drop
She like, oh Leef yeah you got the ooh wop
Yeah, and I might pull it out, put it in her mouth
She like, damn, baby, why you f*cking do that in my mouth
Now I gotta get the money
Back to the money, man, back to my niggas, man
Shooting a little pool, going to the bar, man act a little rude
Looking at these weirdo corny-ass dudes
Looking at us, staring at us, thinking we scared
Nigga pull ya f*cking bluff
Imma pull ya f*cking cards
Grab ya f*cking luck, then we get the truck
Yall niggas getting packed up
Like some sheets, man
Cut y'all up, got the machete, man
Hold up, I'll f*ck you up
I'll stab you up
I'll shoot you up
Nigga, one-on-one, I'll f*ck you up
Man f*ck what you talkin about, nigga, where the buck
Where them f*cking bad bitches with the big old butts
Where them f*ckinig niggas at, man, who got the guts
My niggas with the money man my niggas wassup
Where my real niggas man, who locked the f*ck up
Cause they got set up, damn, what the f*ck
All my niggas man, who f*cking told on
Free them, niggas
Free them real niggas in the jails