Verse 1 (Moses Audu):
He's trying to show a man where to park (Owo mi da)
He keeps the car secure on the spot (ema worry)
She's on the road with a tray on the head
She needs the raba
Same goes for the brother
That's riding out on Okada
Joggling Taxify and Uber
Hopefully he makes enough to cop some grains and tubers
And keep the fam fed
Work tools hand held
Craft mastered
It's visible
You can tell
Some work a 9 to 5
To keep body and soul alive
Nuff respect to the ones who struggle and thrive (legit workers)
Not swayed by the ways of illegal hustlers
Who take the cream as supreme
Throwing money in the skies
And when their pockets are deflated
They're back down to earth
Feeling empty and frustrated on the outside
‘Cause their principles are flawed on the inside
Let's keep our hands clean and our hearts on the good side
Hook:
Chase, chase, chase, chasing cream
This maze will deface your dream
Verse 2 (MCSkill ThaPreacha):
The spirit of the Entrepreneurship
Last element I worship
When I chase cream, they gossip
They never saw the hardship that made us monsters
Gotta get the paper anyway I'm on it;
Dear heads,I need cream to promote my shit
Dear heads, my sons and daughter they be waiting on me
I do this for the love, I gotta make cream
When I charge for features, it ain't a bad thing
Cos I gotta eat, GET FAT!
Talk shit, GET SLAPPED!
Leaving stripes on your face like stretch marks
Hungry as fuck, y'all still hugging a nut
Cash rules everything, but you stuck in the past
I work my ass off not to get paid later
I want the cream upfront so I can stack this paper
Owe me, your name be written on the death note
Get choked! Get 72 strokes in wet clothes
Hook:
Chase, chase, chase, chasing cream
This maze will deface your dream
Verse 3 (Tafa):
Chasing cream is the pressing thing
Like nature calling,a stressing thing
Oppressive scenes seen to get the means
To get the daily bread surely no be beans
Kay Kay earns 17K
No free periods, except for one day
Ise nla, owo igbekere
Ise ogun ise, won wi lati kekere
So, we work hard,persevere the lies
Work overtime but we sever the ties
Parents aren’t home,the kids grow up alone
When testosterone pumps,they start to pick a bone
Jay Jay had this so uncool Oga
If he errs he’s quick to yab his mother
Apple of the eyes in too many pearls
Oga sacked him said he liked too many girls
It’s hell too many stories to tell
And well,very few glories to yell
White pink blue black collar worker
Grey green red gold collar worker
We all be about the cheese like a Turophile
For greener pastures,boys become Europhile
This wrestle,a game of chance,a Ludo,Judo feel
Tafa trying to pop like rappers with pseudo skill
Hook:
Chase, chase, chase, chasing cream
This maze will deface your dream