C.R.E.A.M lyrics

I Gotta Get it
I-I, I Gotta Get it [Repeat 2x]

[Verse 1]

Either you sell twott or yu sell rocks
We’n fit the picture they wanna see us sharecrop
So I'm plotting, thinking bout grabbing a queen
Cause they want respect me as king til the day I have me a ring
I wear my heart on my sleeve, still I'm hardly committed
Past problems with b*tches won't give my hear t to these women
Half you losers is Freddy Kruger bunch of dream killers
Team chasing a shot and we’n need liquor
Yes I'm dope, Juice told me let them know
I hear the beat and operate and these headphones my stethoscope
Speak my mind and f*ck whoever feel a way
Gotta cross the line its only way you win the race
Moving at a different pace, pour a cup a and hit the J
Call me Mr. Potty Mouth b*tch I got some sh*t to say
Word to Bugs I be beasting in these 2-8’s
Balling with these two straps, reaching for these two 8’s

[Hook]
Cash Rule Everything Around Me, gotta get the cream
Either wake up in a casket or live a dream
Live a dream? Live a dream
Either wake up in a casket or live a dream
[Verse 2]

See my problem is Im just tired of being modest
I know that im the greatest and I know these n*ggas garbage
So look I gotta grind like f*ck it I gotta get it
n*ggas banging over cars in my hood Blake Griffin sh*t
Balling in my city then you better let them hammers ring
Cause you can't lack toast and still try to handle cream
Bar for bar I raised the bar now n*ggas on the bench pressed
Told my ma I’d be a star and I swear to God I meant that
Each verse killing sh*t, You n*ggas can't be serious
Pick wrong get p*ssed on, Melo for Milicics
Carolina Warrior, son of a shooter
Shooting like Curry that’s 30 from the Ruger
sh*ttin on you losers, sh*t Im tempted to loose it
Understand my rhymes stupid n*ggas just rhyme stupid
Keep the FLOW potent, Besides b*tches I'm focused
Cause I think with di*k and shorty mouth is mind blowing

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Luke Nasty]

I'm praying I make it
I'm never complacent
Orchestrating this greatness
On Quentin kitchen table
I heard y'all songs
I'm not fascinated
Y'all bars is basic
Y'all flows is adjacent
I got a big ego
With a short list of accomplishments
But I got every single reason to feel like I'm da sh*t
I made this beat with my feet
On the floor that I sleep
With no air and no heat
Wrapping up with a sheet
Cause my n*gga, I gotta get it
Glaucoma couldn't distort my vision
And it couldn't get no clearer but And I still don't see no y'all n*ggas
Middle finger in the air, screaming f*ck the opposition
I'll never change teams, ill never ever switch up. Ill cut my lips off before I be a ass kisser
And y'all content with that, but n*gga nah, not me
Y'all some di*kriders, and that's all y'all ever be
I am far too great to take the f*ckin backseat
To yo kindergarten bars and yo YouTube beats
I'm knocking at success's door
The stupid b*tch wouldn't let me in
I kicked the door down
Now we in this b*tch like estrogen