I go Willie B. , I go Harambe I go Mutombo, Dikembe Get that lewinsky, Will Smith pay, Independence day No Scientology, I know my geography Roll up these collard greens I came up from poverty, now fuck off my property Fuck off my, my property, fuck off my property My property
I don't notice them, them, creme de la creme I don't fuck with them, creme de la creme
And if I ever let this play again (creme de la creme) I could touch the sky (creme de la creme) And if I ever leave this place again (creme de la creme)
I got my own lane Since I was a kid I was a grown man I don't need no new friends Funny how they smile and they grin True colors are hiding within It's easy to slide and pretend When you at a disquise of a friend Wonder would she ride if I wasn't in a 500 benz I don't know I don't get the shit Why fuck with hoes that ain't interested Smoke all your weed drink all your liquor and snapchat the shit like it's christmas gifts, goddamn Shit, I know 'cause I witnesed it It's all about how they leave your life It's never about how they entered it (creme)
I don't notice them, them, creme de la creme I don't fuck with them, creme de la creme
And if I ever let this play again (creme de la creme) I could touch the sky (creme de la creme) And if I ever leave this place again (creme de la creme)
Compositor: Bobby Ray Simmons Jr (BMI)Editores: Ham Squad Music (BMI), Songs Of Universal Inc (BMI)ECAD verificado obra #18527141 em 19/Abr/2024