DJ Luke Nasty
C.R.E.A.M
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 bitches won't give my hear t to these women
Half you losers is Freddy Kruger bunch of dream killers
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 fuck 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 Bitch I got some shit 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***as garbage
So look I gotta grind like fuck it I gotta get it
N***as banging over cars in my hood Blake Griffin shit
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***as on the bench pressed
Told my ma I’d be a star and I swear to God I meant that
Each verse killing shit, You n***as can't be serious
Pick wrong get pissed on, Melo for Milicics
Carolina Warrior, son of a shooter
Shooting like Curry that’s 30 from the Ruger
Shittin on you losers, shit Im tempted to loose it
Understand my rhymes stupid n***as just rhyme stupid
Keep the FLOW potent, Besides bitches I'm focused
Cause I think with dick 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 shit
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***a, 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***as
Middle finger in the air, screaming fuck the opposition
I'll never change teams, ill never ever switch up. Ill cut my lips off before I be a ass kisser
And y'all content with that, but n***a nah, not me
Y'all some dickriders, and that's all y'all ever be
I am far too great to take the fuckin backseat
To yo kindergarten bars and yo YouTube beats
I'm knocking at success's door
The stupid bitch wouldn't let me in
I kicked the door down
Now we in this bitch like estrogen