C.R.E.A.M. '17

Yeah, Uh

Cash rule everything around me

Yeah, My momma must have did c*ack in the 80's

Came out the p*ssy hole acting this crazy

Sh*t they put you in the pen just for smackin' your babies

Keep starin' I draw the weapon like Keith Haring

It's apparent these n*ggas wildin' they need parents

B*tch I'm ruthless, I'm f*cked and I make excuses

Then throw the deuces I told you b*tches we ain't exclusive, I'ma black activist on Actavis your math don't add up

These n*ggas bad at calculus I never close the Maybach curtains

Wipe the prints off the cage that merked 'em

Circle the block and hit the lane that's smirkin'

Ain't nothing funny

Ay Money talks and n*ggas is dummies

It's a wrap, the stick left 'em stiff as a mummy

These n*ggas bleedin', don't front like your ass is Christopher Reeves

Ain't no f*ck this Superman you get wet up in your jeans (erghh)

I can't sleep cuz I ain't count a billion yet

I got killas on payroll, let me feelin' a check

Ay How you broke when you just had a million net

They say black's bad with money can't get rid of his debt

Damn

Pistol on me

Marinara with rigatoni

I eat like Tony Soprano

Don't front you n*ggas know me

You can't win when you got haters on the team

They did that n*gga Eric Garner like he Radio Raheem (blerghhh)

No D batteries they train 'em at academies

No empathy for n*ggas just wet up their whole anatomy

Sadly another casualty

Too many n*ggas wanna be rappers, trappers, and athletes

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Okay I'm back in business

But never slack I'm stuck in the era of trap pretenders

Who would've known the underworld was filled with Master Splinters

Life is a B*tch

My biggest distraction, the baddest women

My momma told me, "n*gga focus on academics"

I'm pistol totin' the biggest bang could slap a chemist

I'm Maury Povich, Mama cryin' cuz Daddy missin'

I'm back with vengeance the label gave me no rapper image

I'm too authentic, I'm too much for the avid listener

The back, the center, stick up n*ggas like Robin Givens

I'm from the city, they blow out brains, we optimistic

No competition, I'm droppin' wisdom, the hottest n*gga

I'm ridin' Phantom with your B*tch, that's a Goblin visit

I went from no pot to piss in to a pile of vicious

It feel like a of princes with a pinch of Catholicism

The modern Jigga, the Nas, mixed with the album Thriller

You dancin' with the stars, the cosmos are outta rhythm

These n*ggas hatin', my patience thin as these model b*tches

I balls out, my cash straight, I'm Skylar Diggins

I balls out, cash straight, you gotta dig it

I'm hotter than a lot of n*ggas, f*ck it, all 'em n*ggas

I'm going nuts George Carver n*gga pause a n*gga

Fresh like a Harlem n*gga man what's wrong with n*ggas

Tell your baby mama she should call an awesome n*gga

Ferrari Spider Sh*t just looks like it's crawlin' n*gga

I'm the man, did that Sh*t with no father figure

My shooter cold with the Tommy like watchin' Martin n*gga

I'm so for real, my jokes are deep, the sharks'll giggle

I'm talkin' riddles, the game's a jungle I'm Robin Williams

What's poppin' Benton we eatin' it's time to starve them n*ggas

We eatin' it's time to starve them n*ggas

If n*ggas won't smoke we gon get to coughin' n*gga

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