Box of Wheaties

Right, some kinda groove here
Its a little bit groovy down here
Bah, bam, boom, bam
My mother, God, I hate my mother
Pearls like ****** dinner plates, you know what im sayin?
I mean, theyre so refractive
My uncle, he had an IROC in 86, and before that
Thats right, he had the mark VIII with the whitewalls there
And I remember he had, uh, the inside was plush
Everybody else told him to get leather
He said, 'Nah, you know, my bad back'
I wanna be riding around in a plush velour suit
Plush velvet, Im talkin in the color of gunmetal grey, right?
Now youre talkin velour on velour
Hey yo, yo
Im ballin, yall should put a ***** on a box of Wheaties
Im skatin, when I dip, just put me on a box of Wheaties
I flip it for the gold, gone, put me on a box of Wheaties
I hold up weight, these haters need me on a box of Wheaties
I kick it, they should stick a ***** on a box of Wheaties
I run it 0-100, put me on a box of Wheaties
I par up bar for bar, pa, put me on a box of Wheaties
I K.O. every day yo, put him on a box of Wheaties
I been on splash for eight and a half, feels Fellini
Back to back, I have no time for dancing off the TD
Keep my people with me like Kirk and GP
They cant see me, say he hard to read like graffiti
Pen, gym, bar, work , get ya numbers up
Rake up in fall, no chill in winter, lit the summer up
Oh you know nan yall best start acting like you owe me something
My brothers dont sleep and my sisters roll Dahomey cause
This **** right here, this my year
Stepping out feeling like the ****, my dear
Forget those fears, drip no tears
For the real, let me make it crystal clear
This **** right here, this my year
Stepping out feeling like the ****, my dear
Forget those fears, drip no tears
For the real, let me make it crystal clear
Im ballin, yall should put a ***** on a box of Wheaties
Im skatin, when I dip, just put me on a box of Wheaties
I flip it for the gold, gone, put me on a box of Wheaties
I hold up weight, these haters need me on a box of Wheaties
I kick it, they should stick a *** ** on a box of Wheaties
I run it 0-100, put me on a box of Wheaties
I par up bar for bar, pa, put me on a box of Wheaties
I K.O. every day yo, put him on a box of Wheaties
Oh, you fresh now
Since the rider requests masala and eggs
Some caviar and French ****
Subscription to Rich ***** Monthly
With Shad Moss on the cover, limited edition
My bootstraps pull up
My walls do a 360
I got the **** that the government got
Yeah, you God damn right , God
Blood, tears, and bite marks
Fighting, sweat, it must been heavy metal in the right, guard
Not a Led Zeppelin in the sweat from goin quite hard
According to this pie -chart, I should be in the psych ward
I wrote the real ***** algorithm on the whiteboard
They white-washed the style and put the rhythm in some IZOD
Its close to four cyphers in a row
On the time bomb, I mean Im finna blow
I figured you should know
You might wanna get a pic for posterity with your Nikon
Before you hear obligatory yos
This **** right here, this my year
Stepping out feeling like the ****, my dear
Forget those fears, drip no tears
For the real, let me make it crystal clear
This **** right here, this my year
Stepping out feeling like the ****, my dear
Forget those fears, drip no tears
For the real, let me make it crystal clear
Ooooh, I know you wish you felt this high
But Im telling you
No feeling low when youre this high
Thats why they gotta put me on
I remember the first time I went to the motherland
We talkin what, 73, 74?
I remember we flew into Dakar
And this brother, picked me up from the airport, in one of them, you know, them Flintstone cars, you know?
One door on the ***** ***
Four mismatchin wheels
No headlights, we in Dakar and this brother aint got no headlights. Every- and the brothers in the street, everybody about as black as the night
We go off into the abyss, take off, we talkin bout 60-70 kilometers an hour
I dont know what that means, but, I know it was fast
We flyin, you know, we flyin through the Dakar night
And Im losin my ****, you know, cause I cant tell where this brother going, we drivin into the void, you know
And this ************ man, you know, he just, laughin, you know
And only now, you know, at 67 years old, that I get it
You know?
Cause now, Im that car, you understand what Im sayin?
Im that brother behind that, you know, Flintstone car, you know what I mean?
Cause I got one door, I got one headlight, but I tell you what, I know how to drive that ************, I know how to drive that ************, I tell you that, you know?
You and your friends think youre bad
Youve ended a life
Destroyed a family
Over a jacket, wheels, words
So whos next?
Your best friend, your sister, you?
Hey kids, get rid of your guns before its too late