L Gwoppo - C.R.E.A.M.

Cash rules
Everything around me

I been getting money
I don't give a fuck how you feel dogs

My heart cold
It don't got no feel dogs

You a house nigga
I'm in the field dog

They false claiming
But I'm the real lord

Don't ever question
If I'm real dogs

Three felonies for selling
And a murder wrap that is sealed dogs

I ain't goosing niggas
This is real raw

I'm heavy weight
up on the sea saw

I'm Harlem's boss
You want a detour

You want a key
Or a P or

You got the gwop No hold ups
You could get it right now

Harlem One eleventh
The block that I locked down

And anywhere else in the hood
And the around the whole town

Rappers dream is my reality
I get the salaries Don't cut my calories

Just bring my salad please
I feel the island breeze

Success a bring these non believers
To they doubting knees

Practically ran every house
I been on the island be

And upstate
Yeah I was wilding be

I had a drug charge
But you know I was violent be

Hound styling
Who hounding me

I had the whole Harlem
Down with me

Nigga so
The town Is me

I grew up on the west side of Harlem
The best side of Harlem

On one eleventh street
Where some of the best died in Harlem

You had champ had Preston
And Joe Grant back in time

Now speed it up a bit
Well you know who had them dimes

And rats ain't gotta tell
Now rappers do it in they rhymes

And I ain't tryna let these niggas
Do me like they did big slim

Cause I'm Harlem's own
Hustler in my time

I should get
A medal In gold

Hunnit miles in running
Out here selling these O's

Bunch a tenants round me
How thought that nobody knowed

Now they looking at me
Like he ain't got no self control

My first felony on fifty first
Got caught on the stove

Took the shit to trial
And E Hardy moms and em told

And then they gave me life parole
And that's how the story goes

But it doesn't stop there
Cause it's more to expose

Yeah more about my lows
And not more about my clothes

The other felony I caught
Was with uncle O

We got arrested He signed papers
Like I got to go

Last of what I saw of him In eleven years
When he walked out the door

My belongings Earrings and chain
He took all my gold

And more importantly what's more Importantly is my freedom

You took that away
Now you back in my DM

Talking family shit for your life
While you pleading

I ain't gotta kill you nigga
Karma kill you Then we even

Written by:
Leon Greathouse

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