Jarren Benton, Nick Grant - C.R.E.A.M. '17 lyrics

Yeah uh
Cash rule everything around me

My momma must have did crack in the 80's
Came out the pussy hole acting this crazy
Shit they put you in the pen
Just for smackin' your babies
Keep starin' I draw the
Weapon like Keith Haring
It's apparent these niggas wildin'
They need parents bitch I'm ruthless
I'm fucked and I make excuses
Then throw the deuces I told
You bitches we ain't exclusive
I'ma black activist on Actavis your
Math don't add up
These niggas 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 niggas is dummies
It's a wrap
The stick left 'em stiff as a mummy
These niggas bleedin'
Don't front like your ass
Is Christopher Reeves
Ain't no fuck 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 niggas know me
You can't win when you got haters on the team
They did that nigga Eric Garner
Like he Radio Raheem (blerghhh)
No D batteries they train 'em at academies
No empathy for niggas just wet
Up their whole anatomy
Sadly another casualty
Too many niggas wanna be rappers, trappers
And athletes

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 bitch
My biggest distraction, the baddest women
My momma told me, "Nigga 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 niggas like Robin Givens
I'm from the city, they blow out brains
We optimistic
No competition, I'm droppin' wisdom
The hottest nigga
I'm ridin' Phantom with your bitch
That's a Goblin visit
I went from no pot to piss
In to a pile of dishes
It feel like I'm Pac's apprentice
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 niggas hatin'
My patience thin as these model bitches
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 niggas, fuck it
All 'em niggas i'm going nuts George Carver
Nigga pause a nigga
Fresh like a Harlem nigga man
What's wrong with niggas
Tell your baby mama she should
Call an awesome nigga
Ferrari Spider shit just looks
Like it's crawlin' nigga i'm the man
Did that shit with no father figure
My shooter cold with the Tommy
Like watchin' Martin nigga
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 niggas
We eatin' it's time to starve them niggas
If niggas won't smoke we gon
Get to coughin' nigga