[Intro]:
It's happenin'
It's going down on to my
(?)
Back in this biatch
(?)
Drankin' candy
Bangin' that Brandy
Know i'm talkin' bout?

[Vers 1]:
You haven't parked, you touch the bluff for upper cut to upper lip
You try and cuss me, fuck you up, cause that's the way i'm lovin' it
Not physically but mentally, never waistin' energy on enemy i save it, for this energy they killin' me
They really trynna finish me like literally, but still i love the world because it's made of perfect symmetry
Remember me for spreadin' all this remedies, young sensei that...
(?) entity that's zennin' me and joints is still longer than this sentence

[Chrous]:
It's real deep, real cheese, roll 4 deep
It's real deep, real cheese, roll 4 deep
It's real deep, real cheese, roll 4 deep
It's real deep, real cheese, roll 4 deep

[Vers 2]:
Hot Box the OG, red (?)
More cotton then that whole sheep, cut down wood
Make bong, smoke poetry, oh shit that's spot on to a weed cause i'm braggin' i just smoke a lot of pot
I'm just plottin' on the day that i can buy my own shop
N***a bout to hit LA, i'm about to smoke a Moon Rock
Making heart skip in beat every time the beat drop and i'ma get the early purchase every time the weed crop
[Chorus]:
It's real deep, real cheese, roll 4 deep
It's real deep, real cheese, roll 4 deep
It's real deep, real cheese, roll 4 deep
It's real deep, real cheese, roll 4 deep

[Outro]:
4 deep, real cheese, roll 4 deep
4 deep, real cheese, roll 4 deep
4 deep, real cheese, roll 4 deep
(?), real cheese, roll 4 deep
4 deep, real cheese, roll 4 deep
4 deep, real cheese, roll 4 deep
4 deep, real cheese, roll 4 deep
(?), real cheese, roll 4 deep