C.R.E.A.M.

Cash rules Everything around me I been getting money I don't give a f*ck how you feel dogs My heart cold It don't got no feel dogs You a house nigga I'm in the field dog They false claiming But I'm the real lord Don't ever question If I'm real dogs Three felonies for selling And a murder wrap that is sealed dogs I ain't goosing niggas This is real raw I'm heavy weight up on the sea saw I'm Harlem's boss You want a detour You want a key Or a P or You got the gwop No hold ups You could get it right now Harlem One eleventh The block that I locked down And anywhere else in the hood And the around the whole town Rappers dream is my reality I get the salaries Don't cut my calories Just bring my salad please I feel the island breeze Success a bring these non believers To they doubting knees Practically ran every house I been on the island be And upstate Yeah I was wilding be I had a drug charge But you know I was violent be Hound styling Who hounding me I had the whole Harlem Down with me Nigga so The town Is me I grew up on the west side of Harlem The best side of Harlem On one eleventh street Where some of the best died in Harlem You had champ had Preston And Joe Grant back in time Now speed it up a bit Well you know who had them dimes And rats ain't gotta tell Now rappers do it in they rhymes And I ain't tryna let these niggas Do me like they did big slim Cause I'm Harlem's own Hustler in my time I should get A medal In gold Hunnit miles in running Out here selling these O's Bunch a tenants round me How thought that nobody knowed Now they looking at me Like he ain't got no self control My first felony on fifty first Got caught on the stove Took the shit to trial And E Hardy moms and em told And then they gave me life parole And that's how the story goes But it doesn't stop there Cause it's more to expose Yeah more about my lows And not more about my clothes The other felony I caught Was with uncle O We got arrested He signed papers Like I got to go Last of what I saw of him In eleven years When he walked out the door My belongings Earrings and chain He took all my gold And more importantly what's more Importantly is my freedom You took that away Now you back in my DM Talking family shit for your life While you pleading I ain't gotta kill you nigga Karma kill you Then we even