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letra de c.r.e.a.m - rojelio

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{verse 1]
see the glitter, the gleamin’, the dreamin’
the pesos’, i’m stashin’ to drop
stopped for a moment as i’m risin’ in stock

this money’s been got me feelin’ funny
hoein’ out various honies, playboy bunnies
livin’ nice, sportin’ the’ ice

lookin’ around, through my town
through my city, lookin’ gritty
lookin’ sh-tty
closin’ doors on chances to help end the poor

they see me as prophet
for my profit
and guilt got me, stop it
ain’t lendin’ stash
i’m only droppin’ cash

only droppin’ cash
on glimmerin’ riches
hoein’ b-tches
wastin’ dimes
also seems that i’m wastin’ my time

i’m wastin’ this time
on myself, cause the wealth
been affectin’ my mental health
and the people see i’m livin’ stealth

droppin’ thousands on riches and chains
and glowin’ ice
meanwhile my bank droppin’ negatives, i gotta pay the price

the price of the greedy
for the needy, because they need me
most at this time
i ain’t even sharin’ a single dime

[interlude]
yeah
ain’t sharing a single dime with none of these broke -ss f-ckers
f-ck that sh-t

[verse 2]
you can be livin’ rich
and still livin’ poor
it’s a ch-r-, how your greediness still needs more

cause your riches and b-tches
can’t fill out your love
like a thug, everybody needs f-ckin’ love

spendin’ money on the crack
ain’t where it’s at
when you could be invenstin’ all those dimes to the back

to the back
of your loved ones, your family, and the poor
see your profits sellin’ store, but you still want more

want more
like the crack, like the cocaine
let it f-ck your brain
it’s insane, it doesnt mask the pain

it controls you
like a parasite, when it bites
infectin’
neglectin’
the problem where it lies

money all the time
money is a crime
but we still need money to feed our f-ckin’ minds

money’s the core
when weed’s in store
got money for wars, but can’t feed the poor

[hook]
money for war, but can’t feed the poor
money for war, but can’t feed the poor
money for war, but can’t feed the poor
money for war, but can’t feed the poor

money for war, but can’t feed the poor
money for war, but can’t feed the poor
money for war, but can’t feed the poor
money for war, but can’t feed the poor

[verse 2]
all i see is dollar signs in my mind
politicians payin’ dimes, coverin’ lies

young black brotha
made a deal gone wrong
owed 6 grand, now he’s long past gone

long past gone
like the world for the peace
cause oil and greed controls the middle east

big, grand feast
for the kids and priest
but starvin’ kids, can’t get a piece

can’t get a piece
can’t get a bite
can’t get it right
can’t get it right

see what i write
straight in this fight
don’t give a f-ck if you hate aight

but without money, we can’t feed ourselves
endin’ up hungry and broke for health

but without money, we can’t live a life
but even with money we ain’t livin’ right

[hook]
money for war, but can’t feed the poor
money for war, but can’t feed the poor
money for war, but can’t feed the poor
money for war, but can’t feed the poor

money for war, but can’t feed the poor
money for war, but can’t feed the poor
money for war, but can’t feed the poor
money for war, but can’t feed the poor

[outro]
money for war but can’t feed the poor…
i just need a motha f-ckin’ dime
so i can afford to live in this cruel -ss world
so i can afford to keep myself alive
so i can afford to keep feedin’ my future children
to anyone out there strugglin’
keep bangin’ and makin’ that cash
but remember
don’t let it take control of you
yeah

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