Nick Grant - C.R.E.A.M. 17 lyrics

[Jarren Benton:] Yeah Uh Cash rule everything around me My momma must have did crack in the 80's Came out the p**y hole acting as crazy sh** they put you in the pages for smackin' your babies Keep starin' I draw the weapon like Keith Haring It's apparent these n***as is wildin' they need parents b**h I'm ruthless, I'm f**ed and I made excuses To throw the deuces I told you b**hes we ain't exclusive I'ma black activist on Actavis your math don't add up These n***as 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 n***as is dummies It's a wrap, the stick left as stiff as a mummy These n***as bleedin', don't front like your a** is Christopher Reeves Ain't no f** this Superman you get up in your jeans [?] I can't sleep cause I ain't count a billion yet I got k**as 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 n***as know me You can't win when you got haters on the team They did that n***a Eric Garner like Radio Raheem [?] No D batteries they train 'em at academies No empathy for n***as just [?] their whole anatomies Sadly another casualty Too many n***as wanna be rappers, scrapers, and athletes [Nick Grant:] Okay I'm back in business But never slack I'm stuck in the era of trap pretenders Who would've know the underworld was filled with Master Splinters Life is a b**h My biggest distraction are baddest women My momma told me, “n***a focus on academics” I'm pistol totin' the biggest bang could slap a chemist I'm Maury Povich, Mama cryin' cause 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 n***as like Robin Givens I'm from the city, they blow out brains we optimistic No competition, I'm droppin' wisdom, the hottest n***a I'm ridin' Phantom with your b**h that's a Goblin visit I went from no pot to piss in to a pile of dishes [?] I feel like a [?] of princes 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 n***as hatin', my patience thin as these model b**hes 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 n***as, f** it, all 'em n***as I'm going nuts George Carver n***a pause a n***a Fresh like a Harlem n***a man what's wrong with n***as Tell your baby mama she should call an awesome n***a Ferrari Spider sh** just looks like it's crawlin' n***a I'm the man, did that sh** with no father figure My shooter cold with the Tommy like watchin' Martin n***a I'm so forreal, 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 n***as We eatin' it's time to starve them n***as If n***as won't smoke we gon get the coffin n***a