Akala - C.R.E.A.M. (Freestyle) lyrics

Who wanna be broke? Nobody, that's a joke That's why coats get blood soaked for pound notes That's most of the reason n***as bleeding from gun smoke It's all of the reason that a twelve year old sell coke That's why mum's stressed out, that's why n***as stretched out If you stackin' cake, we'll break in your house, tape up your mouth Take the spouse, where's the cash? Give me the work or the cash, or you gettin' clapped You can be the king of the track, or rap, n***as is rash Long as you black you can get jacked, that is a fact I never really been rich but I know one thing that won't change Never let a man that bleed the same take my chain I feel raped, I buss it, f** it I couldn't rest knowing the man took what's mine and I did nothing How I run it, I done stuck a few in my days But I'm still here so f** it, party away Get paid, get laid, get a house with a maid Give back to those that was raised how you was raised Whoever said life ain't about stackin' paper? They a f**in' idiot, and they need to wake up