Box of Wheaties
Quelle Chris Lyrics

Right, some kinda groove here
The beat is kind of groovy

Bah bam, boom, bam
The beat continues

My mother, God, I hate my mother
I really dislike my mother

Pearls like fuckin' dinner plates, you know what I'm sayin?
Her pearls are really big and shiny

I mean, they're so refractive
They reflect light so well

My uncle, he had an IROC in '86, before that
My uncle had an IROC in '86, but before that

That's right he had the mark VIII with the white-walls there
He had a Mark VIII with white-walls

And I remember he had, uh, the inside was plush
The interior was very comfortable

Everybody else told him to get leather, he said, nah, you know, my bad back
People suggested leather, but he had a bad back

I wanna be riding around in a plush velour suit
I want to be enveloped in plush velvet upholstery

Plush velvet, I'm talkin' in the color of gunmetal grey, right
I want the velvet to be gunmetal grey

Now you're talkin' velour on velour
Double-layered velvet sounds great

Hey yo, yo
Hey, listen up

I'm ballin y'all should put a nigga on a box of Wheaties
I'm doing really well, someone should put me on a Wheaties box

I'm skatin', when I dip, just put me on a box of Wheaties
I'm doing great, someone should put me on a Wheaties box when I leave

I'll flip it for the (?) Put me on a box of Wheaties
I'll turn it up for everyone and deserve a spot on a Wheaties box

Oh hold up, wait these haters need me on a box of Wheaties
My haters should see my success and put me on a Wheaties box

I kick it, they should stick a nigga on a box of Wheaties
I'm doing well, someone should put me on a Wheaties box

I run it, set 100 put me on a box of Wheaties
I'm succeeding, I should be on a Wheaties box with a score of 100

I pop off a bop huh put me on a box of Wheaties
I'm making waves, someone should put me on a box of Wheaties

I (?) Every day yo, put him on a box of Wheaties
I deserve to be on a Wheaties box every day

I been on splash for eight and a half, feels Fellini
I've been in the spotlight for a while and it feels surreal

Back to back, I have no time for dancing off the TD
I don't have time to rest due to my success

Peep my people, with me, like Kurt and GP
My people are with me, like Kurt and GP

Can't see me, say, hard to be like a feedy (?)
You can't see me, it's hard to be like a phantom

Pinch him, broad work, get ya numbers up
Get rich, work hard, improve your stats

Break up and fall, no chilling when I lit the summer up
I'm partying hard this summer without breaks

Oh you know, now you best start acting like you owe me something
You should start treating me well now that I'm successful

My brothers don't sleep and my sisters well don't hold me cause
My brothers are always awake and my sisters shouldn't hold me back

This shit right here, this my year
This year is all about me

Stepping off, feeling like the shit, my dear
I'm feeling so confident, my dear

Forget those fears, drip no tears
Don't worry, don't cry

For the real, let me make it crystal clear
I'll be honest with you, let me be clear

Oh, fresh not
Not fresh

Since the rider requests masala and eggs
Since the rider wants masala and eggs

Some caviar and frission (?)
Some caviar and excitement

Subscription to Rich Nigga Monthly
A subscription to a magazine called Rich Nigga Monthly

With Shad Moss on cover, Limited Edition
A limited edition issue featuring Shad Moss on the cover

My bootstraps pull up
I'm pulling myself up

My walls do a 360
My walls have turned all the way around

I got the shit that the government got
I have something as good as what the government has

Yeah, you God damn right, God
Yes, I'm correct, God

Blood, tears, and bite marks
There's blood, tears, and bite marks

Fighting, sweating, must be heavy metal in the right, God
Fighting and sweating so much it must feel like heavy metal to God

Not a Led Zeppelin in the sweat from goin' quite hard
Sweating from working hard but not sweating like Led Zeppelin

According to this pie-chart I should be in a psych ward
Based on this data, I probably belong in a psychiatric hospital

I want the real nigga algorithm on the white board
I want to figure out the real way to succeed

They white-washed the style and put the rythym in some IZOD
They appropriated a style and made it mainstream

It's close to four ciphers in a row
It's almost four zeros in a row

On the time bomb, I mean I'm fittin' to blow
I'm about to explode like a time bomb

I figured you should know
I thought you should be aware

You might want to get a pic for posteriarity with your Nikon
You should take a picture for the future with your Nikon

Before you hear obligatory ohs
Before you hear everyone saying 'oh'

Ooh, I know you wish you felt this high
I know you wish you felt as good as I do

But I'm telling you
But let me tell you

No feeling knowing you're this fine
There's no feeling like knowing you're doing this well

That's why they gotta put me on
That's why I deserve to be put on something

I remember the first time I went to the motherland
I remember my first trip to Africa

We talkin' what, '73, '74? I remember we flew into Dakar
I think it was 1973 or 1974 when we flew to Dakar

And this brother, picked me up from the airport
A friend picked me up from the airport

In one of them, you know, them Flintstone cars, you know?
In a car that looked like it was from the Flintstones

One door on the muhfucka, four mismatchin' wheels
It only had one door and four different wheels

No headlights, we in Dakar and this brother ain't got no headlights
We didn't have headlights in Dakar

Every, and the brothers in the street, everybody about as black as the night
Everyone in the street was as black as the night

We go off into the abyss, take off, we talkin' bout 60-70 kilometers an hour
We drove off into the unknown at around 60-70 kilometers per hour

I don't know what that means, but, I know it was fast
I'm not sure what that speed is, but I know it's fast

We flyin', you know, we flyin' through the Dakar night
We were flying through the dark night in Dakar

And I'm losin' my shit, you know, 'cause I can't tell where this brother going
I'm getting worried because I don't know where we're headed

We drivin' into the void, you know
We're driving into the unknown

And this motherfuckin man, you know, he just, laughin', you know
The driver was laughing

And only now, you know, at 67 years old, that I get it
Only now, at 67, do I understand

You know? 'Cause now, I'm that car, you understand what I'm sayin'?
Now I'm the driver, do you understand?

I'm that brother behind that, you know, Flintstone car, you know what I mean?
I'm the one driving the old car now

I got one door, I got one headlight, but I tell you what
My car is a little run-down, but

I know how to drive that motherfucker, I know how to drive that motherfucker
I know how to handle that car

You and your friends think you're bad
You and your friends think you're tough

You've ended a life
You've killed someone

Destroyed a family
You've ruined a family

Over a jacket, wheels, words
Over material possessions or words

So who's next?
Who's the next target?

Your best friend, your sister, you?
Your best friend or sister might be next

Hey kids, get rid of your guns, before it's too late
Hey kids, get rid of your guns now before it's too late