Young Cubano
Kim Jong ILL
For cheese and cheddar I pop corns for butter
Pigs tried to bowl me strikes I was in the gutter
I’m the fucking realest no I didn’t stutter
Y’all ain’t cutting it, I’m the fucking cutter
Bitch Shit ain’t a game, I don’t fucking play
They prey when I pray, but just know I’m cray
Fuck with me and that will be your last day
Make you an example have you on display
I’m what America has made me, project baby
Maybe it would be gravy if I had some chicken
Instead me and my n***as in the field picking
Sticking, licking everything in sight
Yeah at the table and I’m hungry every night
Can’t miss the plane no I’m trying to take flight
Only God can judge me, whats wrong or right
Follow my path and you’ll see drips of dirty sprite
N***a High as kite, seeing ghost every night
I’m just a big white shark and I need every bite


For the cheese and cheddar
For that cheese and cheddar yeah



I planted the seed
You bleed what I bleed
I see what they got they got what I need
I’m still hungry, pardon my greed
I know what I breed dog just take heed
N***as just take heed with God speed


Yeah I need the bread with the baking
I was moving snow they was flaking
Go ahead and leave I’mma still be raking
Something like a earthquake what’s shaking
Trying to break new ground I hear the rumble
I hear mumble I see the cracks I can’t fumble
You can’t stop me I will never tumble
I’m cocky so no I can’t sit down and be humble
I want my name in history, fuck Miseary
Fuck your sympathy I just need this symphony
I kind of miss Stephanie, but she’s not Tiffany
I’m Mr.Rythm, beat will never go deaf on me
I just hope this cash won’t be the death of me
You know I got the answer so why test me
I know this rap shit my destiny, most definitely
I’ll kill it before it kills me, I won’t wait and see