Which failed I went to jail at the age of 15 A young buck sellin drugs and such who never had much Trying to get a clutch at what I could not. Get the money Dollar, dollar bill y'all It's been twenty-two long hard years of still strugglin Survival got me buggin, but I'm alive on arrival I peep at the shape of the streets And stay awake to the ways of the world cause shit is deep A man with a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M. get the money Dollar, dolla bill y'all I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side Staying alive was no jive Had second hands, Mom's bounced on old men So then we moved to Shaolin land A young youth, yo rockin' the gold tooth, 'Lo goose Only way, I begin to gee off was drug loot And let's start it like this son, rollin' with this one And that one, pullin' out gats for fun But it was just a dream for the teen, who was a fiend Started smokin' woolies at sixteen And running up in gates, and doing hits for high stakes Making my way on fire escapes No question I would speed, for cracks and weed The combination made my eyes bleed No question I would flow off, and try to get the dough all Sticking up white boys in ball courts My life got no better, same damn 'Lo sweater Times is ruff and tuff like leather Figured out I went the wrong route So I got with a sick ass click and went all out Catchin keys from across seas Rollin in MPV's, every week we made forty G's Yo nigga respect mine, or anger the tech nine Ch-chick-POW! Move from the gate now Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me C.R.E.A.M. Cash Rules Everything Around Me C.R.E.A.M.
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