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Cereal Box
Hip-Hop/Rap
Cereal Box was released on July 18, 2026 by STR as a part of the album Cereal Box - Single
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Release DateJuly 18, 2026
LabelSTR
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM81

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
JGrind
JGrind
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Johnny Cummings
Johnny Cummings
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Johnny Cummings
Johnny Cummings
Producer

Lyrics

What the fuck these **** talking' bout?
They ain't talking 'bout nothing
All that cappin' in they rap, knowing they ain't pulling no stunt man
Type to send a payment, **** mad enough and then I'm the gunman
I ain't fuckin' up my face card, I'm really the one (I'm really the one)
I stay dressing like a dope boy, I go T in some ones
Cereal boxes filled with money, ****, I filled 'em with hundos
Too many bitches so I pass 'em, ****, just like I'm rondo
I do my shit and get my shit off, ****, I'm a big dog
My brother told me what they said
Bout me, know that boy a bitch though
I barely trick a couple bad bitches I had to trick on
She probably hate me 'cause she a bad bitch
And I ain't try to hit on ha (am good ain't you)
They know this shit come out the mud
****, I ain't got no rich homies (na)
You ask my **** what's up with Grind
They gon' say I'm the rich homie"
Anytime it's time, go ask about me, I supply the blick, homies
And before the guns when we had to fight
****, I was knocking shit, homie
Say Von just chill and play it cool and make that boy pull up on me
See 'round this time last year I was
Sendin' blitz, them **** ain't on it
Look up to Montana, if you make me mad, Ill do just like Tony
I got a toe tag for a bad bitch, my pimping is needed (pimping)
Big ass pendant on my neck, ****, I'm rocking with Jesus
Got too drunk and left my gun at shawty house
Couldn't believe it (I'm fucked up)
Know some **** they take your head off
Grind the one had 'em eating
And if you fuck with me, you good for life
****, take it or leave it (yeah, yeah)
Told my white boy, "Touch the mic
Boy, you look just like Elvis" (look like Elvis)
This bitch a mut, she ain't getting shit
Now the bitch think that I'm selfish
I don't be parlaying with these ****, I'm too real, I can't help it
I play dumb like I don't know shit, they can't step how I'm stepping
Uh-huh, this shit so watered down
Aint drop shit in a minute, I'm coming
Fell out of love with music, fell in love with this money
They some silver spoon lil' ****, they just cappin' for nothing (cap talk)
I just fucked her off a face card, her body was nothing (nothing)
I dress up like mob boss and only a one man army (one man army)
They'll die soon as I feel a threat like **** gon' harm me
I went black out for a year, I feel the freshest regardless
ARP part of my fit, ****, I got it regardless
My main bitch really finesse, ****, my shawty the largest (yeah)
Back to back, go get a drop, fuck around, fuck up the market (market)
If I trick you, better not tell, I ain't the type of **** to shh
I'm a bottom boy survivor, I can't switch on my side
And unfortunately I'm blessed to be able to switch up my ride
You was one of the ones supposed to
Stay down, why you got out the ride?
You know I'm Grind, ****, whatever move we make, we gon' shine
Ain't got no rivalries, don't compare
Them **** to me, they some bums
Nah, I can't lie about it, if I ever say it's love, then it's love
Written by: Johnny Cummings
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