C.R.E.A.M. chords

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_ Glitch Spooge.
Cash, rooms, everything around me.
Green gets the money.
Dollar, dollar, billion.
F#m I grew up on the crime side.
The New York Times side.
Saying the lie was no job.
Had second hands.
Moms bounced on old men.
So then we moved to shallinger.
A young youth.
You're rockin' the go-to, low goose, only way I would get into G-York was drug lube.
Unless you started like this son, rollin' with this one and that one, pullin' out gats for fun.
But it was just a dream for the teen who was a fiend, started smokin' wools at sixteen.
And runnin' up in gates and doin' hits for high stakes, makin' my weight on fire skates.
No question I would speed for cracks and weed, the combination made my eyes bleed.
No question I would flow off and try to get the dough off, stickin' up right, boys on war horns.
My life got no better, same damn low sweater, times was rough and tough like leather.
Figured out I went the wrong route, so I got with a Bm C-type clique and went F#m all out.
Catchin' keys from cross seas, rollin' in MPVs, every week we made 40 G's.
Yo, brothers respect mine, I ain't gonna take nothin', bow, fool from the gate now.
Cash rules everything around me, cream get the money, dollar dollar bill, yo.
Cash rules everything around me, cream _ _ get the money, dollar dollar bill, yo.
It's been 22 long hard years, I'm still strugglin', survival got me buggin'.
But I'm alive on arrival, I'm weak, back in shape of the streets.
To stay awake to the ways of the world, deep.
I'm here with a dream, with plans to make cream, but fail.
I went to jail after age of 15, a young buck, sellin' drugs and such.
Who never had much, tryin' to get a clutch on what I could not touch.
The court place, and I face incarceration, pacing, no one upstates my destination.
Handcuffed and back with a brush, 40 of us, life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough.
But as the world turned, I learned life was hell, livin' in the world no different from a cell.
Every day I skate from Jakes, givin' shape, sellin' bass, smokin' bones in the staircase.
Though I don't know why I chose to smoke stress, I guess that's the time when I'm not depressed.
But I'm still depressed, and I ask what's at work, ready to give up so I seek the old earth.
Who would explain workin' hard may help you maintain, to learn to F# overcome the heartaches and pain.
Bm We got sick of kids, throw up cops and crack rocks and spray shots, all in a block that stays F#m hot.
Leave it up to me while I be livin' proof, to give the truth to the young black youth.
When shorties runnin' wild, smokin' cess, drinkin' beer.
And ain't tryin' to hear what I'm kickin' in this here.
Neglect it for now, but yo, it has to be accepted, that what.
That life is hectic.
Cash moves everything around me, green get the money, dollar, dollar, bill, yo.
Cash moves everything around me, green get the money, dollar, dollar, bill, yo.
Cash moves everything around me, green get the money, dollar, dollar, bill, yo.
Cash moves everything around me, green get the money, dollar, dollar, bill, yo _ _ _ _ _ _ .
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