Lunch Money Gang - Dreamcast lyrics

[Verse 1] I'm impeccable, dot period, decimal Maybe if you think more, I wouldn't think less of you You ain't make the cut, culinary, who cheffing you? When I cook up my rhymes I probly took a sec or two I was expected to fail, or go to jail, but I'm here Giving you flavour up in your ear I k** it under the radar, I give them the beat With the ARs, the negativity, I gotta stay far so I don't slip up You slack? You gotta pick up I used to be a big down, now they giving me big ups I'm steady holding my chin up Steady keeping it kosher, keeping my composure My old girlfriend trying to get a little closer All she gets from me, a CD and a poster Look, let it blast in your stereo We young n***as making cla**ic material [Verse 2] Who do I think I am? Am I think I do who I flipped it on your a**, now I guess I think I'm smooth Ralphy London the name and everything I do I seem to hear it in vain, I guess it's banging through they posts [?] Got my reality check, and had to sign it twice before I cashed it Too bad there's no common sense cla**es Cause I lot of y'alls a**es would have been filling out that [?] The last thing she said was “yolo” Then hopped up on his pogo And only thing she got was hard co*k and a rolo McFlurry from the drive thru I'm in a hurry, I'm in a hurry! Now that's player sh** somebody throw me a jersey I'm in the lambourghini, still ain't showing no mercy Let it blast in your stereo We young n***as making cla**ic material [Verse 3] And my lunch is still cereal spitting outside of the box into my [?] There he go, talking about what he wearing To get to Louis you need Jeez without Mary-o Staring [?] on the stoop with my group Biggie jukebox, gimme the loot watch I'm in pursuit writing lyrics that's crazy You loaf around and don't write like Hov, you Jay Z Maybe this triple life would phase me If I wasn't in the winehouse drunk with Amy Manely all I want to do is record On the net with nothing to do, even my key bored And she bored, you know what happens when we bored She went for a kiss then detoured and took a detour Toward the d meaning she exploring me now I'm snoring sleep I ain't seeing nothing, one sheep