I go Willie B., I go Harambe
I go Mutombo, Dikembe
Get that Lewinsky, Will Smith pay, Independence day

No Scientology, I know my geography
Roll up these collard greens
I came up from poverty, now fuck off my property
Fuck off my, my property, fuck off my property
My property

I don´t notice them, them, creme de la creme
I don´t fuck with them, creme de la creme
And if I ever let this play again (creme de la creme)
I could touch the sky (creme de la creme)
And if I ever leave this place again
I don´t notice them, creme de la creme

I got my own lane
Since i was a kid I was a grown man
I don´t need no new friends

Funny how they smile and they grin
True colors are hiding within
It´s easy to slide and pretend
When you at a disquise of a friend
Wonder would she ride if i wasn´t in a 500 benz
I don´t know I don´t get the shit
Why fuck with hoes that ain´t interested
Smoke all your weed, drink all your liquor and Snapchat the shit like it´s Christmas gifts, goddamn
Shit, I know ´cause I witnessed it
It´s all about how they leave your life
It´s never about how they entered it (creme)

I don´t notice them, them, creme de la creme
I don´t fuck with them, creme de la creme
And if I ever let this play again (creme de la creme)

I could touch the sky (creme de la creme)
And if I ever leave this place again
I don´t notice them, creme de la creme
I could touch the sky (creme de la creme)
And if I ever leave this place again (creme de la creme)
I could touch the sky (creme de la creme)