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letra de c.r.e.a.m - radio rakeem

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 k!llers
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 k!lling 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 d-ck 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 -ss kisser
and y’all content with that, but n-gga nah, not me
y’all some d-ckriders, 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

- radio rakeem

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