Cheese Factory (Feat. Copywrite) - The High & Mighty, Copywrite

It was flipboard 20's, I’mma clown on the pounds

Spitting about Bentley’s I’mma walk around town

And I’m focused man

Provoke this man

You get ran over in your own promotions van

I be rockin' high tops, lace to my hamstrings

And if E’s a devil, let me do that damn thing

And to all you MC’s light in the ass, just stop illin'

I’m already about to Milk this shit, we Top Billin'

Watch me Talk Like Sex to celebs that pour Cris'

And then ask Will Smith for a Jada kiss

And you miss losers tricking, meet me in V.I.P

On some R. Kelly shit, I don’t need to see I. D

Give me the light, pass the 'dro

Brought the semi tonight

In case any one of you want to fight, we blast you hoes

Taking cash

We’ll take it fast and watch yourself

Like you in the mirror and you 'bout to watch yourself

Shit on the airways sound funny to me

A hundred MC’s, all fronting and they running for cheese

Catch them at they shows, they ducking MC’s

You ain’t real, you’re what your label wants you to be

Checkmates with Pete, keep stalling you lost your look

Streets keep calling but can’t get through, I’m off the hook

And every noon I wake up to six phillies and three dimes, never early

If I ain’t high by 4:20 I’m 7−30

I got a hummer in a Hummer, was the best I made

It Benz over Mercedes, now it Escalade

With all this pussy around me man I can’t lock it up

In Da Club, only 50 Cent in my pocket

Still hoes see me and they stop

When I walk around the block

Cause my watch gives new meaning to the phrase rock around the clock

Watch us bang this heat out

Coincidentally my heat rang

The street I’m facing penalties for the brain to leak out

High on three dimes and green trees, y’all felines fight

But never seen cheese like Three Blind Mice

And I’m hated by so many my foes got foes

Fucking shrimp, such a pimp, my fucking hoes got hoes

I be cutting up that to stop awhile

Before you hear Mr. Eon rhyme like Chopper’s style

Dope or not, now there’s still a hung jury

But man I’m high enough and I’m buzz worthy

In trunk I got a pump and a dollar

So when I say I’m kicking a willy, holla

We’re jumping a baller

And this ring don’t fit dawg, got something that’s smaller?

Fuck it, my boy got a Pit, I’ll put it up in his collar

The LP release date got me hardly ringing

Take a big shit uptown, I’ll have Harlem Shaking

She got open toes, fuck hoes, I throw those

Shooting in her face I make 'em look at

High & Mighty won’t do that thing

High & Mighty won’t do that thing

Copy now go

Copywrite won’t do that thing

Copywrite won’t do that thing