Cancion : C.R.E.A.M. '17 Artista : Jarren Benton Album : The Mink Coat Killa LP Url : https://www.letras10.co/letra-cream-17-de-jarren-benton [Intro: Jarren Benton] Yeah Uh Cash rule everything around me [Verse 1: Jarren Benton] My momma must have did crack in the 80's Came out the pussy hole acting this crazy Shit they put you in the pen just for smackin' your babies Keep starin' I draw the weapon like Keith Haring It's apparent these niggas wildin' they need parents Bitch I'm ruthless, I'm fucked and I make excuses Then throw the deuces I told you bitches we ain't exclusive I'ma black activist on Actavis your math don't add up These niggas 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 niggas is dummies It's a wrap, the stick left 'em stiff as a mummy These niggas bleedin', don't front like your ass is Christopher Reeves Ain't no fuck this Superman you get wet up in your jeans (erghh) I can't sleep cuz I ain't count a billion yet I got killas 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 niggas know me You can't win when you got haters on the team They did that nigga Eric Garner like he Radio Raheem (blerghhh) No D batteries they train 'em at academies No empathy for niggas just wet up their whole anatomy Sadly another casualty Too many niggas wanna be rappers, trappers, and athletes [Verse 2: Nick Grant] Okay I'm back in business But never slack I'm stuck in the era of trap pretenders Who would've known the underworld was filled with Master Splinters Life is a bitch My biggest distraction, the baddest women My momma told me, "Nigga focus on academics" I'm pistol totin' the biggest bang could slap a chemist I'm Maury Povich, Mama cryin' cuz 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 niggas like Robin Givens I'm from the city, they blow out brains, we optimistic No competition, I'm droppin' wisdom, the hottest nigga I'm ridin' Phantom with your bitch, that's a Goblin visit I went from no pot to piss in to a pile of dishes It 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 niggas hatin', my patience thin as these model bitches 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 niggas, fuck it, all 'em niggas I'm going nuts George Carver nigga pause a nigga Fresh like a Harlem nigga man what's wrong with niggas Tell your baby mama she should call an awesome nigga Ferrari Spider shit just looks like it's crawlin' nigga I'm the man, did that shit with no father figure My shooter cold with the Tommy like watchin' Martin nigga I'm so for real, 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 niggas We eatin' it's time to starve them niggas If niggas won't smoke we gon get to coughin' nigga ========================== Letra descargada de Letras10.co ==========================