Oncue - Cereal lyrics

Cereal for breakfast, cereal for dinner
When you comin' up from nothing
That's the meal of real winners
Cereal for breakfast, cereal for dinner
When you comin' up from nothing
That's the meal of real winners
We gon' drink, we gon' eat
We gon' drink, we gon' eat
If you don't recognize me
Then I'm the man I plan to be
We gon' drink, we gon' eat
We gon' drink, we gon' eat
If you don't recognize me
Then I'm the man I plan to be

I Anna Nicole my stanzas
Treat the beat with no manners
I plan to blow from grammar
Then vamanos to the land of
Palm trees and cabanas
Lord knows I need it more than most
So won'tcha please, put your hands up?
What I spit is on my shit
Your shit come from Kinkos
The chick I hit is thick
Your chick got some cankles
My past kicking my ass
Got me on the brink though
All the hate did was motivate
I gotta thank you
Went from the basement to "call my agent"
Dressed for occasion no Debating
She up late masturbating in the
Am to my Pandora station
I've been grinding on her hymen
Bring heat to chicks make 'em Rick Ross grunt
Fairly common that we dine-in
She eat my dick call it Chris Bosh lunch
Pause, but we ain't got no problems
I got condoms if you wanna cut
Then call me Chad Johnson
Make her squirt up like a Dolphin
She think my rhymin' so awesome
When she get naked, I start doin' the Carlton

You think I'm cool yo? Even
Though I'm new yo?
Watch what I'm about to do
Though, oh I get it, you always knew though
Die slow or give me kudos I'm with two hoes
Eating prosciutto while they both
Sipping on Nuvo
Once the bottle done they both
Gon' give me noodle
They calling me Papi Chulo
Can't re-call their names but
Neither one is Juno
I like the waist Pluto, and them tit's sumo
What's more important, women or chips?
Well shit, I mean, you know
You'll remember the name, the one I came upon
You dicks get blurred out the
Frame just like Asian porn
I churned cream from my dreams
The ones I prayed upon
You got no response let's face it man
You no LeBron you made me conduct an
Orchestra for my supper
They crowned him when she was crowning
This was way before the come up
You mighty comfy in your slumber
It's gon' be a nightmare
When we do numbers, yeah
You stupid motherfucker, yeah!