"Stacking"

Prod. Jxnny Lyrics: Yea Stacking the cheddar, I ain't lactose I'm the king of the north, de facto Shout out the White and the Black folks Racist thoughts, I'm way past those Yea, way up north, it's go pack go Eat the rich, that's a snack dose Stupid trends, I pass those A big fat ass, yea I tap the hos I'm eating good, a lot of casseroles I ain't going wherever the pastor goes Ya know it gets real grimey, yea that gross Like I'm a ghost living in the shadows I'm running through the jungle with a big bundle on me A lot of gold around my neck, like I'm someone holy I've come a long way since beeferoni I clean my guns when I feel lonely Shout out the Mil, yea Steve Da Stoner You won't make it far here as some little rhoner You better move to the coast with all that crony shit I'm one with the green, yea all that foliage I'm mostly Norwegian but a little Polish Slavic soul, I never sold it I'm hitting the upper right and they're playing goalie Working class muscle, Anatoly Shout out Mick Foley Shout out the cannolis Death to all the bullies Let's get this guacamole I'm stacking this bread like a baker She wanna come so I better go take her But I'm for the kids, no Andrew Tateing So Midwest like Anita Baker I'm a big deal, did you see the paper Put your glasses on, did you see the paper I really mean it when I say, 'see you later' I'm OKC, you the Lakers Fuck Lebron and all the haters I'm on my toes like I'm running from tasers Dodging the opps and all of their lasers You had it once, yea you had a phase quick I hit out of the park, all bases I'm going through life, you going through stages Old head, you better hit stage left Young one, you better read some pages I'm running through walls like Luke Cage I'm the main character, Liu Kang So much ass, Pootie Tang Real country boy, yea all grange Long shots, yea long range I've come a long way since the bong days You locked on the lights like a fawn daze Cash cow, I'm in the stock exchange Pokemon, yea I got the game How you blue blooded with red veins Fake working class with a smooth brain Yea I think I'll stick with my cool chains I'm so cold, they playing freeze tag Robert Graham with the G-Stars I don't think you know what these are Old soul, they call me a geezer While they bowing down to peak czars You getting swept like Philly, that's a Meek bar Yea, you play games, I keep the G card You sitting around like a sea star You need a hobby like a guitar You falling through the cracks of the rebar You fading away, yea au revoir I'm keeping it tight like a weed jar All black whip with the all black tint, looking in you cannot see far Here in the Kee, we in the streets, like we're living in Bihar I am the man, never been a stan You're living in a trance, I'm living through dance All you little boys can catch these hands All you beautiful women can get romanced Yea I'm a dog when she gets in the stance But not everybody can get in these pants I'm very selective, I keep me a pen All my competition is really rancid Dirty motherfuckers, they're barely rinsing How you live beyond your means in a prison I'm cooking, y'all sizzling You pancake, I'm Bisquick Real beef, you giblits Filet mignon, you chitlins I'm grown, who are you kidding Ho, I'm swole, check your fitness Working class, yea a 9-5 They bitch about theirs cause they're barely alive They live vicariously through white lies They wish I had skin like computer paper and bright eyes Are you fresas wish I would move white pies But I'm a whole meal, Five Guys Zionists like, 'But you don't have any ties' Bitch, I went to jail and I paid the fines I made it through and I made it out alive You and whole crew wishing I would die Cause I don't use slang like, 'What up slime' Yea basic rights, they're taking their time They have no points, so they're taking to mine