It ain’t about the dough

But no dough no album, so

I dream of C.R.E.A.M. and fiends

Keeningly stealing what I deem

Mine or yours more or less

They time it right and might

Commit crime and fight at night

The flows the dough, The tracks the bank

Its slow to show, bills flatter than a plank

So they tank, release trash

Come back with facts to cast

That they stashed in their ass

So if you kissed it and missed it

I insist it that you reminiscence it

Find the fault, that's the key

To the vault, my soul can see

But anyways any day now

I’ll figure it out, somehow

Oh, no, so thats how they did it

Biting styles for a while no kidding

Thought it was, bought the buzz

Even though the hoe just guz-

Zzle the bizzle buzzle

A hustle and a tuffle for a duffel

Bag one stabbed a hun grabbed

Fun fact this raps off track

To get back to the song

The tip tap that I was rapping on

They say rap's not a job

But a jog slopping through the mobs

They say it's for snobs, vegetables and slobs

But I’m not corn on the cob

Never was never will

Unless there's a nuclear spill

But another topic for another day

Brother by the way that’s not all I got say

So restart the song

Long pause going on

I’ve got a thought to say

Can’t hold it in all day

So play the beat or bona-petite

A layer of sleet with cover the sheet

In your bed stay ahead or those

Who oppose you will do their foes

In a sinful way, long day

Raps tough but with love

I play, hip hop hooray

Cause like a glove

Some are used to shine

On cue but not me thats you

I’m one of kind

C.R.E.A.M. is money and funny

Making bloody noses more runny

The dough is the key

To a peaceful reality

I’m a villain drinking penicillin thinkin villainous thoughts

I”m stinking of dirty plots being run from walks to trots

Or just a mad man

On admin for stabbin

And grabbin mad tens

So the general hoes say

I could rap like him any day

What he say, what she say

Buddy hey, Come here

I want to set it clear

Fear me your near me deary

Clearly your dearly sorry

You threw me a block party

Talked like your spock all nice

Walked in the door ready to pay the price

But hold steady the old plans

To have the mans straight fan

His massive assets and cash it

Right into my church basket

He lurches away afraid of my say

So I say, okay, there's another way to pay

He says what, I say something

You won’t pay me nothing

He tries to run but fun has its way

He tripped and zipped off the balcony

Beginners bad luck, suck it up

Get up off the ground

He doesn’t make a sound

Took his fallen wallet instead

And said give me that bread

So I guess that mess cleans

The tests in the first dream

Or verse, or curse I amerse

Myself to get wealth, take a purse

Steal a hearse, I don’t know

But money is funny, like woh

That paper cracks my soul

Like the cold on old support poles

Till the still building crashes

Kills our heart and our asses

Like dysentery it's scary when shit

Happens and you can’t control it