CEREAL (feat. MMYYKK)

Lyrics: Ricki Monique/Mychal Fisher Music: Mychal Fisher Big things Yeah I manifest it Been depressed so my notes looking hectic Niggas snoozed something like Narcoleptics But I′m introspective I know what's the lesson They gon sleep Fooled twice Shame on me I ain′t gon let it be three I gotta stop giving chances these niggas misogynists Privileged and lacking the consciousness Out of it I been so out of it Had to stop smoking just so I could see the shit Solitude hit me been in the bed Thinking bout flaws in these messages Thinking bout flaws in my own head Thinking bout flaws Thinking bout bras Wires and straps it's a jail Naw bro my titties evolvеd Look Big dreams Big hate Big talent Big wеight Meditate Guess it's some privileges this way Still Had to fight Off conditioning Not the shampoo he not listening Rocking raw Shea now I′m glistening Stepped in the booth now I flow **** it this just the beginning I′m stoked Look up Mama said keep your chin up Sis said Rick don't give up Pack that game like pick up Look Look up Mama said keep your chin up Sis said Rick don′t give up Pack that game like pick up Look up Mama said keep your chin up Sis said Rick don't give up Pack that game like pick up Look Look up Mama said keep your chin up Sis said Rick don′t give up Pack that game like pick up New vibe like a new body I can't fold up for nobody This is the part where I level up Crunch time These niggas ain′t big enough Said enough Had to rid myself of the pride shit Gotta double text for the concept Really got dressed for the project Put my back in it Now I'm back in it Got fraternal bags so we stack different You just half in it I been crafting it Tryna build a lane so I last in it This is no fluff sport This is my heart on the track like it's nascar Made it this far Poems been hard All the toxic shit Gotta disgard This catharsis Strip the bars and you see blood draw when I speak Leave em nauseous Gory closet Dressed in gizzards on the beat This that please don′t call me chief This no problematic speech This that music in my body This creating make me free Ima Look up Mama said keep your chin up Sis said Rick don′t give up Pack that game like pick up Look Look up Mama said keep your chin up Sis said Rick don't give up Pack that game like pick up Look up Mama said keep your chin up Sis said Rick don′t give up Pack that game like pick up Look Look up Mama said keep your chin up Sis said Rick don't give up Pack that game like pick up Lookin like you got green money I ain′t mad at ya Stretchin out bout to hit yo stride Can't nobody catch ya There′s Nothing in your way Nah You been grounded you been on your path Pop the clutch foot on the gas Droppin gems like a real one Movin in your purpose Ten toes down from the jump Nigga that's for certain There's Nothing in your way Nah Growin gardens in a war zone Breaking bread with the skin folk Yeah