C.r.e.a.m. Dreams Lyrics - Singles - Greg Grease

[Verse 1: Greg Grease] 

Broke and feeling hopeless, smoking dro, deduct the bogus 

Puffing 'till I'm comatose, just went to work and no one noticed 

Chasing currency while perps lurk mercilessly 

Script the word to beats, verbal hearse, I murk with deceit 

Comprende? Pretend this get Dikembe 

Slapped up in the face, yo they the patient I'm the Sensei 

Crucial with the usual, cruising and we boozing too 

Goof is an excuse to lose your cool, when you're feeling blue 

Ill in dues, Southside Pirus come invade your iris 

Study math and ancient science to acquire knowledge 

Increase the paper major, living large is in my nature 

Back in days in waves and pages, pops had hella flavor 

Pass the generations, smash with demonstrations 

Crass intimidations, I craft with innovation 

Overwork and underpaid is the name of the same game 

Slave trade day to day, more working for less pay 

[Hook] 

Pockets on empty, my mind is filled with dreams 

Schemes to get the cream, plenty dough to bring my team 

We all stuck with hunger, gotta eat to feed the seeds 

The weak is sick and need the free, repeat the frequency, I said 

Pockets on empty, my mind is filled with dreams 

Gotta get the money, gotta get the collard greens 

I need the dollar dollar bills is all I really need 

Getting caught up in the greed I always hated as a teen 

[Verse 2: Greg Grease] 

Some commit, dirt for the paycheck, work with the gray sex, no latex 

Mass heist the bank desk 

Count the cash and pay debts, in pursuit of my apex 

Gotta pay rent, and you know I gotta stay fresh 

If I can't get it legit, no telling what I'm taking next 

Escape to lakes and vacant west, blazin eighths and playing chess 

Penny-loafers, sweater vests, Miles Davis spins in reps 

Coughing, pounding on my chest from kush flown in from Bangladesh 

Dreams sold by the D, turn old energy 

Life gets cold, folks you grew up know and turn enemies 

Sad to see life slip by the scenes of the moola 

Controlling the medulla, kids go visit the bermuda 

Lost souls on the hamster wheel, paper sprint 

Hammers cocked, cages locked by the bacon strip 

Dirty maneuvers in burgundy suburbans with the shooters 

Chasing skrill, serving krills, now them shells is going through ya 

Booya! 

[Hook] 

[Bridge] 

I'm so stressed out, not feeling blessed now 

Money is a problem, got a lotta debts now 

Bad credit, like I failed a lotta tests how 

I think I'm bugging out, I think I'm bugging out 

[Hook]