$cholar the 3rd - $heesh Lyrics

Sheesh
I've been on the low and stacking sheesh
Sheesh
Sheesh
Sheesh
Sheesh
Sheesh
Hustle on the low and stack this
Sheesh
Sheesh
Sheesh
Sheesh
Sheesh
Sheesh
Ball out for my nephew and my niece
Niece
Niece
Niece
Niece
Niece
Pockets getting fat it's not my cheech
Baby girl the old me is deceased
Put the Most High first every day of the week
We got different plans
I'm tryna help my fams
You just tryna be all flexing for some shorty on the gram
I be ballin, like I'm finna go and lay up with my hands
Call up Jesus, cross up demons
Like that boy got handles
Ironic how they jelly, tryna get us out the jam
Finna help my family out the struggle, that's my type of jam
All the other shit, ye
You can keep, yea you can have
Way up in the nosebleeds , I was way up in the stands
Stands, stands
Way up in the stands
Finally worked my way up out these bucket full of crabs
Yup
Now we up, shooting buckets over crabs
This gwap grew some feet, now I be running with these bandz
Bandz
Running with these bandz
It could be Ramadan, but my pockets still won't fast
Baby girl you just mad, ain't been tell you bout my plans
Tryna do all these projects, I just wanna see you dance
Dance
Dance
Diamond do the dance
Yea you look super good
But you better by the glance
I can't help but to chat, bout you when I link with my mans
I'm a thug, show some love
When I pop out with my mans
Yeah
Jah is my energy
Right now till infinity
Will you still remember me?
Am I in your memory?
Sheesh
Sheesh
Sheesh
Sheesh
Sheesh
Sheesh
I've been on the low and stacking sheesh
Sheesh
Sheesh
Sheesh
Sheesh
Sheesh
Pockets getting fat it's not my cheech

Sheesh
I've been on the low and stacking sheesh
Sheesh
Sheesh
Sheesh
Sheesh
Sheesh
Hustle on the low and stack this
Sheesh
Sheesh
Sheesh
Sheesh
Sheesh
Sheesh
Ball out for my nephew and my niece
Niece
Niece
Niece
Niece
Niece
Pockets getting fat it's not my cheech
Baby girl the old me is deceased
Put the Most High first every day of the week
We got different plans
I'm tryna help my fams
You just tryna be all flexing for some shorty on the gram
I be ballin, like I'm finna go and lay up with my hands
Call up Jesus, cross up demons
Like that boy got handles
Ironic how they jelly, tryna get us out the jam
Finna help my family out the struggle, that's my type of jam
All the other shit, ye
You can keep, yea you can have
Way up in the nosebleeds , I was way up in the stands
Stands, stands
Way up in the stands
Finally worked my way up out these bucket full of crabs
Yup
Now we up, shooting buckets over crabs
This gwap grew some feet, now I be running with these bandz
Bandz
Running with these bandz
It could be Ramadan, but my pockets still won't fast
Baby girl you just mad, ain't been tell you bout my plans
Tryna do all these projects, I just wanna see you dance
Dance
Dance
Diamond do the dance
Yea you look super good
But you better by the glance
I can't help but to chat, bout you when I link with my mans
I'm a thug, show some love
When I pop out with my mans
Yeah
Jah is my energy
Right now till infinity
Will you still remember me?
Am I in your memory?
Sheesh
Sheesh
Sheesh
Sheesh
Sheesh
Sheesh
I've been on the low and stacking sheesh
Sheesh
Sheesh
Sheesh
Sheesh
Sheesh
Pockets getting fat it's not my cheech