Cream, Pt. 2
I'll do 12k streams on a mid ass song that I ain't even master
My new shits blasted, you told me that l'd never get up to the top
That got me grinding faster
Goddamn, how I slide right past ya, and cause a disaster
Took a break for some jugging and putting in work
But still came up since last year
So this bitch better keep to her own shit
Instead of talking about old shit
Do me a favor
Stop all the smoking and go and get your nose fixed
Goddamn, I'm talking too reckless
I'm a bit off the potion
I done been through some things that I hope you ain't notice
But somehow found ways to still stay in the motions
I think I'm chosen
Heavenly sent for the speaking, the real son of god might be me
And I'm from the burbs but I still know struggle
I been through shit that you wouldn't believe
The things that I've done and I've seen
Too lavish for someone to do when they just in they teens
I might just go run it, I feel like I'm Method Man
Me and my brothers we all about
Cream
Cream cream cream
Cream cream cream
Cream cream cream
Cream cream cream
Me and my brothers we all about cream cream cream
So you the cap off the drums when he started ensemble so he could play cowbell
Now everyone askin how college going, I say good but I don't tell 'em how well
I ain't finna say that I walk out Taconic and keep this shit tucked the waistband
Your man lookin pale but I'm glowing I'm shinin, remind him to go get a spray tan
My shades got the butterfly lenses, so I flip em off when they on you ain't seeing shit
Bitch waisted my time in the summer but fell off by cuffing season
And it's best we ain't ever speakin
I don't need, yo ass is deleted
She spinnin the block and I don't know the meaning
I'm something like Raekwon
We tune out that shit and we chasing the cream
Heavenly sent for the speaking, the real son of god might be me
And I'm from the burbs but I still know struggle
I been through shit that you wouldn't believe
The things that I've done and I've seen
Too lavish for someone to do when they just in they teens
I might just go run it, I feel like I'm Method Man
Me and LD we be stacking up cream, cream, cr
Cream cream cream
Runnin 'round chasing cream
With the crew on the way to the motherfuckin bag, how are you?
How are you doing? Don't ask me.
Done with the days you'd come back to harass me
Me and my brothers we all about cream cream cream
Cream cream cream
Cream cream cream
Cream cream cream
Cream cream cream
Me and my brothers we all about cream cream cream
My new shits blasted, you told me that l'd never get up to the top
That got me grinding faster
Goddamn, how I slide right past ya, and cause a disaster
Took a break for some jugging and putting in work
But still came up since last year
So this bitch better keep to her own shit
Instead of talking about old shit
Do me a favor
Stop all the smoking and go and get your nose fixed
Goddamn, I'm talking too reckless
I'm a bit off the potion
I done been through some things that I hope you ain't notice
But somehow found ways to still stay in the motions
I think I'm chosen
Heavenly sent for the speaking, the real son of god might be me
And I'm from the burbs but I still know struggle
I been through shit that you wouldn't believe
The things that I've done and I've seen
Too lavish for someone to do when they just in they teens
I might just go run it, I feel like I'm Method Man
Me and my brothers we all about
Cream
Cream cream cream
Cream cream cream
Cream cream cream
Cream cream cream
Me and my brothers we all about cream cream cream
So you the cap off the drums when he started ensemble so he could play cowbell
Now everyone askin how college going, I say good but I don't tell 'em how well
I ain't finna say that I walk out Taconic and keep this shit tucked the waistband
Your man lookin pale but I'm glowing I'm shinin, remind him to go get a spray tan
My shades got the butterfly lenses, so I flip em off when they on you ain't seeing shit
Bitch waisted my time in the summer but fell off by cuffing season
And it's best we ain't ever speakin
I don't need, yo ass is deleted
She spinnin the block and I don't know the meaning
I'm something like Raekwon
We tune out that shit and we chasing the cream
Heavenly sent for the speaking, the real son of god might be me
And I'm from the burbs but I still know struggle
I been through shit that you wouldn't believe
The things that I've done and I've seen
Too lavish for someone to do when they just in they teens
I might just go run it, I feel like I'm Method Man
Me and LD we be stacking up cream, cream, cr
Cream cream cream
Runnin 'round chasing cream
With the crew on the way to the motherfuckin bag, how are you?
How are you doing? Don't ask me.
Done with the days you'd come back to harass me
Me and my brothers we all about cream cream cream
Cream cream cream
Cream cream cream
Cream cream cream
Cream cream cream
Me and my brothers we all about cream cream cream
Credits
Writer(s): Ben Rosborough
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