C.R.E.A.M(Cash Ruined Everything...
• Written by Issah
[Verse 1]
I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side
Repping the west side, Throw them W's In the sky
At second hands, moms bounced on old men
Grew up listening to Badu-them Slow Jam's
New nigga's biting my style, Give 'em the backhand
Smack 'em from here to afgahn
And let's start it like this son, rollin with this one
We got 10&11 Year old's repping the corner selling them blunts
And that one, pullin out gats for fun
But it was just a dream for the teen, who was a fiend
Trying to stay gone at night because popo aint policing
Started smoking at sixteen, Had big dream's of making big green
Making a million and counting up the cheese
How you gon say fuck the police
But they who you call in the street's
My life got no better, same damn 'Lo sweater
Started grinding in those streets, Making B.I.G Cheddar
Figured out I went the wrong route
I knew what I Was doing, Without a doubt
Catchin keys from across seas
Skipping school to spit on the corner-Hot 43's
Yo nigga respect mine, or anger the TEC-9
Ch-chick-POW! Move from the gate now
[Chorus]
Cash ruined Everything around me
C.R.E.A.M Killing For Money, Dolla Dolla Bill y'all
Cash Still Rules Everything Around Me
C. R. E. A. M Get the money, dollar, dollar bill y'all
[Verse 2]
It's been twenty-two long hard years of still strugglin
Young kids still thuging
I peep at the shape of the streets
Been Mobbing Deep
Before Havoc and Pridogy did
I'm a pridogy kid
And now you get to see how a pridogy live
And y'all see that being a pridogy gives
Pridogy-I can't be outlived
Because Pridogy Is the gift that give's
Don't give a fuck young nigga's 9&10 saying they bloods and crips
But as the world turns I learned life is hell
Living in the world no different from a cell
Everyday I escape from Jakes givin chase, sellin base
Smokin bones in the staircase
Though I don't smoke, I tell these rappers smoke less
There was a time when I was hopeless and depressed
But I'm still depressed, and I ask, what's it worth?
Ready to give up so I seek the Old Earth
Protecting my children because Youngin's Go First
To learn to overcome the heartaches and pain
We got stickup kids, corrupt cops and crack rocks
And stray shots, all on the block that stays hot
Leave it up to me while I be living proof
To kick the truth to the young black youth
New nigga's 'll pull the trigger, And claim that they bulletproof
And ain't trying to hear what I'm kickin in his ear
Neglected, but now, but yo, it gots to be accepted
That what? That life is hectic
Because she's a bitch and I heard she was deceptive
[Chorus]
Cash ruined Everything around me
C.R.E.A.M Kill For Money, Dolla Dolla Bill y'all
Cash Still Rules Everything Around Me
C. R. E. A. M Get the money, dollar, dollar bill y'all
Cash ruined Everything around me
C.R.E.A.M Killing For Money, Dolla Dolla Bill y'all
Cash Still Rules Everything Around Me
C. R. E. A. M Get the money, dollar, dollar bill y'all
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Issah
Member since May 25 2015