Dedicate, dedicate This one right here, goes out To my homie with the drink, na mean He said, ?I write what I see Write to make it right, don't like where I be? I'd like to make it light the sights on TV Quite the great life, so nice and easy See, now you can still die from that But it's better than not being alive from straps Agree, a Mead notebook and a bic that click When it's pushed in a whack ass beat That's a track that's weak, that he got last week 'Cause everybody in the store's like that's that heat A bass heavy medley, with a sample from the 70's With a screwed up hook that went, 'Stack That Cheese' Somethin', somethin', somethin', 'Stack That Cheese' Mother, sister, cousin, 'Stack That Cheese' He couldn't think of nothin', 'Stack That Cheese' He turns down the beat, writer's block impedes Cryin' from the next room, a baby in need Of some Pampers and some food and place to sleep That, plus a black Cadillac on D's Is what keep 'em on track to be a great Emcee, yea One you never heard of I, push it hard to further the Grind I feel like murder but hip-hop you saved me One you never heard of I, push it hard to further the Grind I feel like murder but hip-hop you saved my life Reps North side so he rocks them braids Eleven-hundred friends on his MySpace page Stack That Cheese got seven hundred plays Producer made him take it down, said he had to pay Open mic champ two weeks in a row Ex-D Boy with a be-Boy flow Glow like Leroy, you should see boy go Got a daddy servin' life and a brother on the row Best homie in the grave, tatted up while in the cage Minute Maid, got his momma workin' like a slave Down baby momma, who he really had to honor 'Cause she was his biggest fan, even let him use her Honda To drive up to Dallas went to open up for amateurs Let him keep a debit card, so he could put gas in it Told her when he get on he gon' take her to the galleria Buy everythin' but the mannequins, ya dig One you never heard of I, push it hard to further the Grind I feel like murder but hip-hop you saved me One you never heard of I, push it hard to further the Grind I feel like murder but hip-hop you saved my life His man called said, ?Ya time might be now? They played your freestyle over ?Wipe Me Down? They played it two times say it might be crowned As the best thing out the H-Town in a while He picked up his son with a great big smile Rapped every single word to the new born child Then he put him down and went back to the kitchen And put on another beat and got back to the mission of Get his momma out the hood, put her somewhere in the woods Keep his lady lookin' good, have her rollin' like she should Show his homies there's a way, other than that flippin' ya Bail his homie outta jail, put a lawyer on his case Throw a concert for the school, show the shoulders that it's cool Throw some candy on the Caddy, chuck the deuce and act a fool Man it feels good when it happens like that Two days from goin' back to sellin' crack, yes sir One you never heard of I, push it hard to further the Grind I feel like murder but hip-hop you saved me One you never heard of I, push it hard to further the Grind I feel like murder but hip-hop you saved my life One you never heard of I, push it hard to further the Grind I feel like murder but hip-hop you saved me One you never heard of I, push it hard to further the Grind I feel like murder but hip-hop you saved my life Hip-hop, you saved my life Hip-hop, you saved my life Hip-hop, you saved my life
Heard Hip hop dyin'? Dyin' ta get saved/ Blessed a few tracks, shit I'm tryna get paid/ Rocked my first boom bap, in the 5th grade/ Damn, I love lookin back on them innocent days/ Cash gotta equal out ta what the bag weighs/ Or I'm bangin' AKs, that's the way the game's played.. / If you rockin' skinny jeans, WE'LL NEVER RELATE!/ AND I put that SHIT on ever-y-thang... Holla/ You ain't know the trauma when you didn't have a dolla,/ Girl blowin up yuh phone, bringin' change like Obama / Just took another test, you about ta be a father/ Yet you feelin' too young ta raise a daughter...Woah!/ Formula and diapers cost a-lott-a doe/ Guess its bout' damn time ta get responsi-ble/ Ain't a line I wouldn't cross ta watch her grow/ Even if I gotta lock and load...Mutha Fuckas!/
Ready hit the road got this little light of mine imma let it shine can never let it go Step from fame hit the stage rock the mic Let em feel my pain All this agression inside I let it ignite right on the mic Like were did I go left when I was supposed to go right Got Dem js on ready take flight Never going land I'm that man from never land Hit the block watch it let it burn turn Dem tables it's yo turn in that kid from way back when dreams of gold lil young soul never ever going stop till I take my throne
The life of a lost man brown and proud Sick of being high man I wanna come down I wanna life life with a big ass smile but Life has its turns it turns yours all around Its alright cause a foo focused now The passion of a once sad broken child Throw in the towel Never that I'm a pound On the competition Gotta leave y'all ass on the ground
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Time flies. I miss the old days.
Hella... When niggas actually spit with heart and took pride in their content...
This takes me back to high school riding on the bus. Such simple times. Funny how a melody can take you back 15 years...
Same here
Things will never be the same... 😒
How can you not love this beat
Jt Bryant fr
I been flowin to this since 2008 wit Ptsd And is such a relief!!!
The good old days, party all time..
Dedicate, dedicate
This one right here, goes out
To my homie with the drink, na mean
He said, ?I write what I see
Write to make it right, don't like where I be?
I'd like to make it light the sights on TV
Quite the great life, so nice and easy
See, now you can still die from that
But it's better than not being alive from straps
Agree, a Mead notebook and a bic that click
When it's pushed in a whack ass beat
That's a track that's weak, that he got last week
'Cause everybody in the store's like that's that heat
A bass heavy medley, with a sample from the 70's
With a screwed up hook that went, 'Stack That Cheese'
Somethin', somethin', somethin', 'Stack That Cheese'
Mother, sister, cousin, 'Stack That Cheese'
He couldn't think of nothin', 'Stack That Cheese'
He turns down the beat, writer's block impedes
Cryin' from the next room, a baby in need
Of some Pampers and some food and place to sleep
That, plus a black Cadillac on D's
Is what keep 'em on track to be a great Emcee, yea
One you never heard of I, push it hard to further the
Grind I feel like murder but hip-hop you saved me
One you never heard of I, push it hard to further the
Grind I feel like murder but hip-hop you saved my life
Reps North side so he rocks them braids
Eleven-hundred friends on his MySpace page
Stack That Cheese got seven hundred plays
Producer made him take it down, said he had to pay
Open mic champ two weeks in a row
Ex-D Boy with a be-Boy flow
Glow like Leroy, you should see boy go
Got a daddy servin' life and a brother on the row
Best homie in the grave, tatted up while in the cage
Minute Maid, got his momma workin' like a slave
Down baby momma, who he really had to honor
'Cause she was his biggest fan, even let him use her Honda
To drive up to Dallas went to open up for amateurs
Let him keep a debit card, so he could put gas in it
Told her when he get on he gon' take her to the galleria
Buy everythin' but the mannequins, ya dig
One you never heard of I, push it hard to further the
Grind I feel like murder but hip-hop you saved me
One you never heard of I, push it hard to further the
Grind I feel like murder but hip-hop you saved my life
His man called said, ?Ya time might be now?
They played your freestyle over ?Wipe Me Down?
They played it two times say it might be crowned
As the best thing out the H-Town in a while
He picked up his son with a great big smile
Rapped every single word to the new born child
Then he put him down and went back to the kitchen
And put on another beat and got back to the mission of
Get his momma out the hood, put her somewhere in the woods
Keep his lady lookin' good, have her rollin' like she should
Show his homies there's a way, other than that flippin' ya
Bail his homie outta jail, put a lawyer on his case
Throw a concert for the school, show the shoulders that it's cool
Throw some candy on the Caddy, chuck the deuce and act a fool
Man it feels good when it happens like that
Two days from goin' back to sellin' crack, yes sir
One you never heard of I, push it hard to further the
Grind I feel like murder but hip-hop you saved me
One you never heard of I, push it hard to further the
Grind I feel like murder but hip-hop you saved my life
One you never heard of I, push it hard to further the
Grind I feel like murder but hip-hop you saved me
One you never heard of I, push it hard to further the
Grind I feel like murder but hip-hop you saved my life
Hip-hop, you saved my life
Hip-hop, you saved my life
Hip-hop, you saved my life
Thank you for this, 2021 and still jamming to these beats! 💪🤘
no hook...you're the man. Thanks
2024! I'm making a remix to this. I've been wanting to be a hip hop artist since 2011. My birthday is on May 8th.
i love this beat got mad bang
Heard Hip hop dyin'? Dyin' ta get saved/
Blessed a few tracks, shit I'm tryna get paid/
Rocked my first boom bap, in the 5th grade/
Damn, I love lookin back on them innocent days/
Cash gotta equal out ta what the bag weighs/
Or I'm bangin' AKs, that's the way the game's played.. /
If you rockin' skinny jeans, WE'LL NEVER RELATE!/
AND I put that SHIT on ever-y-thang... Holla/
You ain't know the trauma when you didn't have a dolla,/
Girl blowin up yuh phone, bringin' change like Obama /
Just took another test, you about ta be a father/
Yet you feelin' too young ta raise a daughter...Woah!/
Formula and diapers cost a-lott-a doe/
Guess its bout' damn time ta get responsi-ble/
Ain't a line I wouldn't cross ta watch her grow/
Even if I gotta lock and load...Mutha Fuckas!/
Ready hit the road got this little light of mine imma let it shine can never let it go
Step from fame hit the stage rock the mic
Let em feel my pain
All this agression inside I let it ignite right on the mic
Like were did I go left when I was supposed to go right
Got Dem js on ready take flight
Never going land I'm that man from never land
Hit the block watch it let it burn turn Dem tables it's yo turn in that kid from way back when dreams of gold lil young soul never ever going stop till I take my throne
i love this beat and the rapping is sick. sorry i was late.
jus did a lil free style on this beat n wrote the lyrics on my fb love this song :)
Xbox saved my life
Cory Gunz killed this beat
So did lupe
yeh go ahead and use it.
my fav!!
The life of a lost man brown and proud
Sick of being high man I wanna come down
I wanna life life with a big ass smile but
Life has its turns it turns yours all around
Its alright cause a foo focused now
The passion of a once sad broken child
Throw in the towel
Never that I'm a pound
On the competition
Gotta leave y'all ass on the ground
Word bruh
Shit still slaps
STACK THAT CHEESE
sunthn sunthn sunthn... STACK THAT CHEESE
Mother, sister, cousin.. STACK THAT CHEESE
he couldn’t think of nothin’... STACK THAT CHEESE
He turns down the beat, writer's block impedes
This reminds me of tha water temple on Zelda lol
I LIKE
cory gunz
Yo I want this instrumental. Could you possibly send it to me via email ? I would really appreciate it.
Hey, I hope you don't mind that I used this. If you want to check it out, it's on my page.