Cream Gang Cypher II (feat. NEHiii, Yuwa & OJ)

Yeah, N E H
Gbese le kan kan, mehn, call me the bad boy
Bad nigga, bad fella, I ain't even done yet
See am just getting started
Give me a round of applause am bout to get y'all ignited
Look how we came from way back, we made that
Praying for that Maybach
Why you gon hate on us, we coming for some pay back
Big stacks, big racks, we running on that big tracks
How you gon hate that? Check
Balling on the game like it's 99'
Benin boys clean and we fresh die
And we All up in your face, Shey you feel the vibe?
Give me 10 over 10 but fuck it amma take five
Take five like I'd be back in a minute
I dey rap, i dey sing and the boy ain't gat no limit
To the top is where I dream to be chilling
And I'd be wild n out my Gees, you prolly call nick cannon
Look, Picture me rolling like makaveli
Big belly flow, i dey sweet like your sugar daddy
Giving em' back to back
And kele on their knees and i dey hit am from the back
Badboykillur
Cream gang family, nobody does it better
Niggas from the south
And if yarn anyhow, see na slap for your mouth (braaah)

Y U, yo, check
With my pen and a notepad I write my truth
Back in the booth coz I gotta take my throne and rule
When I'm writing these verses you know it's a massacre
Because I murder Inks like my name ja rule
Now let me introduce myself for y'all who ain't never heard of me
My name is Yuwa and all your favorite emcees are scared of me
Never been a loser been A1 since the birth of me
Familiar with the rhymes like I work at a nursery
I'm a role model to your role models role model
I studied the greats reinvented myself from old models
A rapper and data scientist machine learning engineer
So believe me when I say I grow models
That's on God no cap
Y'all niggas got a careless flow bunch of broke taps
How you a rapper and put a tape out with no raps
It's a game for lions no cockroach or rats
No drakes no snakes
My gee we ain't fuck with fakes
How you wan beef me when the only meat I eat are steaks
Man you gon put you street credibility at stake
You better humble yourself and learn from the greats
I am a king from the city of kings
Ogida boy repping Benin
That's a city of dreams
And the gang that I rep is Cream
It's no doubt that we got this music shit up on our genes
And we dope as fuck you can not deny
And nor be luck my G it's part of Gods design
I flow divine
Lyrically I don't decline
The throne is mine
I'm coming for y'all

Yo, Oj, let's get it
Niggas swear they live for the smoke but now they shaking like booty beef
Please don't mess with my bar man, it's heavy as Cubana Chief Priest
Cause when I put pen to paper, I bless it with my instincts
Na so greatness dey smell incase you wonder why my ink stinks
Been in sync with the game since Wayne made it rain
Loving the dream, learn from the pain
Juggling spitting supreme, I'm dropping it hot and extreme
On the other hand I'm picking up steam
The heat is the theme, you know this shii baked
My mom was my Dad, we went through the ringer
If my shii is great now, it's only getting better
You wanna fuck around, that's cool
We gon end up having a case of the sheep and the wolf not knowing what's for dinner (Ah)
Nigga you're fast food, my cup's full and runneth over, feels good
I praise the Almighty, my family got me, my music a tool
My homies think I'm acting a fool
Because I told the shawty get off my dick, ain't you posed to be in school, hoe...
Don't get attached, government cast, everywhere plaster
Split it in half, you'll get the job done faster
And try to dey laugh, everywhere hard nr mean say we go come use iron sponge baff
Wetin dey sup sef, sabali my nigga, trust in the process
There's nothing like hopeless, we getting it done if there's focus
Fuck the hocus pocus, these muhfuckers cannot control us
There is fire on the mountain, revolution in these vocals
Holla at me nigga, holla at me muhfucker
Yea I got my niggas and we happy to let you have it
We just happen to be on top on the map, but make no mistakes we treat the beat like it's A Snack
We eat rap and then get it cracking nigga
This is the CREAM GANG CYPHER, two thousand and twenty-three
Fuck outta here