Lyrics:
I won't say it to your face
So I'll write a song about it
I won't say it to your face
So I'll write a song about it
I love you like
I ain't got no friends, I got brothers, I ain't leavin'
Ay, focus on the cream, if it ain't cash, it ain't competing
Ay, I like nice cars, yeah I
Earth was really dying
Cried so much his face was wet
And I knew he was not lying
I heard telephones, opera house, favorite melodies
I saw boys,
Earth was really dying
Cried so much his face was wet
And I knew he was not lying
I heard telephones, opera house, favorite melodies
I saw boys,
child
Nigga, diamond in the dirt
With all these DT's in they face
And all the LV's on my shirt
Money long like Yao Ming
That's the chain, that ain't no
wears, shortys slice ya' face for
They get tha knock off's, you get the real Louis
That's one of the benefits of gettin' close to me
Down for three
a pretty little lullaby
I pulled down the window blinds
In the fair face of a tolkien sky
I couldn't sleep tonight
As if I didn't know that 'cause I was
Rules Everything Me, C.R.E.A.M.
[Chorus: Remedy (children)]
When you see me on the street and just walk on by (R-E-M-E, D-Y)
If every time speak can't
I'm forced to stoop down
To your mentality
Battle rap was an excuse phrase
You 'bout to lose face
The whole sing sing thing
Was a loose case
Sing sing's
gods law you best watch for karma
Now I'm a bomb ya
Running your traps like tacks
You think you floating on the cream
You and your rat pack
While
On my most Special Ed, but that wasn't even half the dream
Shoulda seen the cream I had eyes for, the hots for
Hard dick lyrics bangin on the locked
Nigga, it's the K to the A to the H
you ain't got no money for me
then get the fuck up outta my face
I got no time to waste
for no domestic charge
c'mon now
[Chorus x4: Buddha Monk]
Life's a scheme, it's all about the cream
Gotta get over life and fulfill ya dreams
[Buddha Monk]
I grew up
it, wit a
Chorus: Silk-E (repeat 2X)
mean mug on my face,
I'm in it to win it,
I'm all out for my spinach, I gots to get it,
they just don't want
chainsaw rub
Cut down to nubs, bag like work
Thought he was my man, he was a motherfuckin jerk
From his face wipe smirk, flip the script kinda lurk
But I'm
'Cause they don't want I really done drillings on my resume
22 got the crown for bustin' guns and settin' pace
Stop pullin' face, pretty girl, come
it's true
Look at that baby face
Look at that baby face you can't intimidate
Boy, it's my creed to assassinate
I'm not one to agitate
Cryin' that my
in front
See I be quick with them hands
So you can call me
MR. handy man
My brother
MR. ice cream
You can call me
MR. candy man
MR. money
gasoline, lemonade in the latest cream
wash on wax off to a different scheme.
laminate your mind as though you need it
psycho killer says it makes
on the hotel floor.
I might even start a fight,
a few more, so boys get knocked out and carried out doors.
I don't watch no face,
I do me, so screw me, but ya
to The Lion's Roar
Eating all the ice cream
At two in the morning on a Tuesday
I thought I got over
I thought I got over
I thought I got over
Over it
I could talk bitches out of they jeans
Gold diggers out of they cream
Little wannabe rap motherfuckers out of they dreams
I'm slick, I could talk
down
But you're stronger for the next time they come around
They'll smile in your face and they'll give you praise
And they try to destroy you in
rumours,
Your living proof that god has a sense of humour,
I'm butter made from the cream that came from the crop,
I'll move the mountain to Mohammed scream
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