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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