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

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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