Cream

[produced by FazeTheGreat] [Intro] Red Some of y'all may disagree with me on this But it is how I feel And I'm a man that always says what he feels And I'm also a man of my word Let's talk [Verse 1] It never pays to be a slave Yet these niggas spending money to be put back in chains Ignorant minds hypnotized by the mighty dollar The spell of the dead president overwhelming the brain Better yet the brainless, the prideful turn shameless The change of getting change has our people making changes And yet none are for the better It's all about bettering self and no other with your cheddar It's pitiful ain't it? For the sake of paying in funds, the peaceful's ripping a stainless It's pitiful ain't it? When violence for green is what your whole new aim is Ain't it some shit? When this is what we're living for Walking on some bullshit like a hoard of minotaurs Or basketball fans from Chicago For the dream of seven figures, several niggas get hostile [Hook] See, cash ruins every one around me Niggas die for that dollar, dollar bill y'all It will break you down and may not rebuild y'all That cream, that cream, that cream Cash ruins everyone around me Niggas die for that dollar, dollar bill y'all It will break you down and may not rebuild y'all That cream, that cream, that cream But these are my people Dollar, dollar bill y'all But these are my people It will break you down and may not rebuild y'all But these are my people Dollar, dollar bill y'all These are my people That's cream [Verse 2] You see, the power of funds The green devil can cause a mother's neglect of her son The thought of digits, the dollar can snatch a father from son The sense of profit can burn a soul as hot as the sun A hint of money can cause a blunder when chasing the sum Understand that a small mind corrupts with just one A beautiful life can be taking with the aim of a gun For what? A hunger for presidents? Savagery surely's begun Tons of civilians stained With the colour that matters more than the blood in their veins The shame, that's befalling our fellow people Is ironically not heard of because we don't speak it's evil Although I regret it, and I'm sending out this message I'm a hypocrite because I gotta get it The paper thin ? bringing motive's so cold And although I fight against it, I'm still in it's control [Hook] [Verse 3] Cash has a collective of people that's it ruined Myself being included, we all walked amongst the ruined Walk amongst the ruins of what we held dear Shattered pieces of peace, I won't even rest my head here I feel self-loathing for letting money hold power To live the life of the sweet I've gotta gather something so sour To live the life of the big others gotta feel small To climb up the social ladder I cause other's falls Like, is money talking for me now? Have I been rendered voiceless? Am I a fucking disgrace? Cos I strangely enjoy it See, money talks, money talks, people go silent Since money talks, if money says it, people go all violent I'm disgusted by the thought of it, there's no way I'm about it But I'll suffer life with hardship if I go on with out it Guess I'm conflicted cos I love the high life But hate the fact that getting it's gonna come at a high price [Hook]