Big cheese piling, you speed dialing You talk shit, but I keep smiling That's your chick, but not my chick 'Cause she got mileage That's your head, but not my head 'Cause I drop knowledge You glad when I never had shit but mad I got it Niggas wanna turn their back (spine) She don't wanna fuck no more (fine) I'ma be that nigga some day (time) Lost a couple friends along the way (crime) Even in the end you could never end me Still in the hood and I still sip tea When I go in, I'ma go for the win On point like syringe and it's like that Living life full of sin, gotta cup full of Hen' Put my tears in a pen and I write back Ice pack cause' my heart lost I'm so cold that I Jack Frost I'm 'bout be on the upper echelon Niggas gonna hate on the man that I become Big cheese piling, you speed dialing You talk shit, but I keep smiling That's your chick, but not my chick 'Cause she got mileage That's your head, but not my head 'Cause I drop knowledge You glad when I never had shit but mad I got it Niggas wanna take my life (stripes) Police never read my rights (right) Only wanna fuck me for the fame (hype) Another rapper hit it in the same (night) Niggas ain't shit and the hoes ain't loyal Really gonna hate when they can't destroy you Then expect the royal treatment Talkin' slick like it's oil speakin' Down to earth, 'til my soil weaken Venomous words, watching the poison leakin' Bandana on my motherfuckin' face .38 on my motherfuckin' waist When you see me better man up Better make like a roller coaster put your hands up Big cheese piling, you speed dialing You talk shit, but I keep smiling That's your chick, but not my chick, 'Cause she got mileage That's your head, but not my head, 'Cause I drop knowledge Mad I got it Mad I got it Hate the government, capital punishment I keep a heater on my hip, don't need an oven mitt I'm on some other shit, mind is twisted I wear this mask every day, Stanley Ipkiss Realistic views, a pessimistic blues I sing along, who's got me on my crip shit Lipstick, long kiss from the devil lips Moonlit, two hits from the cannabis Death knocking at my door, who could it be? Life not sweet like suit wit' an E Try to read me, would it be, Stephen King Big cheese only bring me Misery Insane with no brain, I'm low zane No fame and no thangs is so strange Do things that I don't see violent Stick a nigga up because I'm mad he got it Got it, got it 'Cause I'm mad he got it, Got it