Greg Grease - C.R.E.A.M. Dreams lyrics

[Verse 1: Greg Grease] Broke and feeling hopeless, smoking dro, deduct the bogus Puffing 'till I'm comatose, just went to work and no one noticed Chasing currency while perps lurk mercilessly Script the word to beats, verbal hearse, I murk with deceit Comprende? Pretend this get Dikembe Slapped up in the face, yo they the patient I'm the Sensei Crucial with the usual, cruising and we boozing too Goof is an excuse to lose your cool, when you're feeling blue Ill in dues, Southside Pirus come invade your iris Study math and ancient science to acquire knowledge Increase the paper major, living large is in my nature Back in days in waves and pages, pops had hella flavor Pa** the generations, smash with demonstrations Cra** intimidations, I craft with innovation Overwork and underpaid is the name of the same game Slave trade day to day, more working for less pay [Hook] Pockets on empty, my mind is filled with dreams Schemes to get the cream, plenty dough to bring my team We all stuck with hunger, gotta eat to feed the seeds The weak is sick and need the free, repeat the frequency, I said Pockets on empty, my mind is filled with dreams Gotta get the money, gotta get the collard greens I need the dollar dollar bills is all I really need Getting caught up in the greed I always hated as a teen [Verse 2: Greg Grease] Some commit, dirt for the paycheck, work with the gray s**, no latex Ma** heist the bank desk Count the cash and pay debts, in pursuit of my apex Gotta pay rent, and you know I gotta stay fresh If I can't get it legit, no telling what I'm taking next Escape to lakes and vacant west, blazin eighths and playing chess Penny-loafers, sweater vests, Miles Davis spins in reps Coughing, pounding on my chest from kush flown in from Bangladesh Dreams sold by the D, turn old energy Life gets cold, folks you grew up know and turn enemies Sad to see life slip by the scenes of the moola Controlling the medulla, kids go visit the bermuda Lost souls on the hamster wheel, paper sprint Hammers co*ked, cages locked by the bacon strip Dirty maneuvers in burgundy suburbans with the shooters Chasing skrill, serving krills, now them shells is going through ya Booya! [Hook] [Bridge] I'm so stressed out, not feeling blessed now Money is a problem, got a lotta debts now Bad credit, like I failed a lotta tests how I think I'm bugging out, I think I'm bugging out [Hook]