Back At It

My world calls for me again...
my family, my hood niggas,
my so called friends.

I'm a hustla baby...
that's all I know.
Them dead presidents call
and...I gotta go.

I can't pass up the cash,
in favor of a piece of ass,
momentary gratification
how long does that last?

If you know me
you know my philosophy...
C.R.E.A.M
or
Cash Rules Everything Around ME.

I can put this bread away...
you know save it
for a rainy day,
or when the
drought season
comes this way.

So it's
back to the block
for the time being,
strapped with my glock
dodging dope fiends.

Not a lil nigga no
I'm pushin weight,
with hella clientele
serving is my fate.