Cereal (feat. $ilver Willy) SMITH.b (Ft. $ilver Willy)

[Verse 1: SMITH.b]
Might just buy a Rollie now that I've secured my camera
Making it through college but I'm running out of stamina
I've managed to survive so far I'm worried bout the rest
Even with a degree I'm still gon be a mess
"You creative types should get a real job and stop playing like
Somebody wanna see what you made- we got sweat in our eyes"
Cool, but ain't nobody gotta be miserable like you, always
Telling other people what they should and shouldn't do
Don't doubt it for a second I work hard for what I love
You can act like I ain't got the power surging through my blood
Watch how you talk to me, I'll dominate like Dahmer ate, no mercy when we congregate, I'll clean yo meat right off my plate
But I don't hate you case you wondering, thundering bring the Hummer in
Through the front, I spit fire, I guess cause I'm gas guzzling
I punish shit cause I got the beat actin up
They mad as fuck, wylin cause I brought the 90s to their trunk
One some young Will Smith shit
Put me on YO MTV Raps! and I'd be a hit
If Biggie were alive he'd slap this in the Sentra whip
He might say something like
Zip it up- please keep the flavor sealed in fresh
Swiss ya up/ catch so many holes that I'll turn ya flesh
Into mesh, I'm tha best, these baby boys wanna test me?
Like paternity? Cause they got plenty from me
Catch me on Maury with the mic in my hand
And watch these kiddies try to imitate my best laid plans
I'm the sand in ya crack, got the Bands, slinging crack
Out da back, got the track record to break your back
I need the sack of the cash in my lap that's a fact
The beat looks all wavy I can't stay on...
Track- I need to take your paper, like a mailman
Toucan Sam off honey smack, selling golden grams
I'll go Bam-Bam on some jocks who sling pebbles thinking it's rocks
I'll snap and pop at your apple, jack- you all bark and no chomp
Champion floss hoodie
Fuck with me, What's Goodie?
Moving quickly gonna need a dolly to shoot me and $ilver Willy