Bourdain

[Intro: Mr Cheeks]
Queens
Ayo, whats poppin' up like this
[?]
Got my boy Heems in the building with ya boy
We representing Queens

[Verse 1: Mr Cheeks]
Listen, niggas gon' talk about you
And make moves with or without you
Stay alert, kid, it's somethin' out to scout you
You ever have the feeling like your lady start to doubt you?
Like you weren't putting every ounce in
Well, if it ain't enough, she can bounce then
I got enough problems, you ain't gonna be the add-on
You can run along, you and your sad song
Now watch out for snakes, [?], and the coppers
I'm at peace in the yard with the shots
I get down out of town, show stopper
Hit New York, riding round Manhattan proper
The black Camaro, that's me
No rims, no tints, I jumps out crispy
They say a nigga tipsy, man, fuck what they say
How can I be tipsy when I sips everyday?
Keep your tech, I don't dress like that
Niggas try to write me off, man I'll be right back
Yo, them girls tried to put a little shades at the name
Steal a little money, bamboozle the game
Still rich, we write music and blaze
Still the same cat from back in the day
I throw my suit on when it's time to get my nude on
And I be movin' my G, you the whip with the food on

[Verse 2: Heems]
Ayo, I said "Are you dumb?"
Himanshu wild, ayo, I scold ya' son
My habibi, he hold a gun
My accountant in Dubai hold the funds
Had to link Cheeks so I could give him his flowers
You cowards, I'm nice with the pen, I got the power
Fresh out the shower, I'm smellin' like sour
It's 2023, my interior Eddie Bauer
I'm out in Queens and I'm watchin' all the planes
I said we move the caine' from Maine to Spain
I'm deranged, my money in Bahrain
Peep me on CNN with Anthony Bourdain
People think they allies cause they ate a little gobi
Young brown kids salute me and call me OG
I'm airing from Bodhi, my man you don't know me
If I was a dwarf, yo I'd probably be Dopey
I roll with some Sikhs who got knives like Shinobi
And thirty Latinos in Timbs with the goatees
Peace to my man Sal, he got out the pokey
I stack bread like the shop sell roti
Hemi rockin' shows in Manila, the Philippines
My killers clean, they kill your team and drill the scene
I bring the guillotine in the limousine
I'm with eleven killers, I call that my cricket team
Ayo, I'm on several syllabi
My melanin make police try to kill a guy
When you at the function, yo, I heard you kill the vibe
And you rhyme like Vanilla Ice, little guy

[Outro: Heems]
Hemi, hemi
Mr Cheeks (Cheeks)
On that Queens shit (Q- Queens shit)
I look like Ock (Look like Ock)
My man, you look like an opp (Yeah, you look like an opp)
Ayo, you act like a cop (Yo, you act like a cop)
I'm the freshest on the block (I'm the freshest on the block)
The engineer said stop