C.R.E.A.M. Kendrick Lamar & Jay Rock (Ft. Ab-Soul)

[Intro: Kendrick Lamar]
It's all about this money, kid
It's all about this money, C.R.E.A.M
Y'na'mean?
I gotta get it, son
I gotta get it, my pocket's hurt again
(Cash rules everything around me
C.R.E.A.M., get the money)
Starvin' out here, yo
(Dolla dolla bill, y'all)

[Verse 1: Jay Rock]
I grew up on the crime side
The LA Times-side
Wrong turn might mean homicide
Used to move with the Rupers
Talk shit, we'll shoot ya
At your dice game, rob ya for your moolah
It's like that
Cash rules everything
Fiends strung out
So they try to sell you anything
Listen son
Never sell crack for fun
I was hungry
A nigga sold crack for funds
Had to get my weight up
Enemies, sprayed up
Got rid of the whole brick, and then we re-up
Sittin' in a money spot
Cookin' up the product
You tried to infiltrate the shop
You got shot up
Lil kids in the projects
They wanna be us
No father figures
Nothin' that you could teach us
Ghetto streets-raised
Is blowin' weed and Black & Milds
Gangbangin'
Cane-slangin' for deaths and miles
Livin' wild
Young, black, and don't give a fuck
Just a young hustler
Specializing in getting bucks
Nigga, some garden is where we get our hustle at
Ain't shit to say even one time
We bussin' that
There's no discrimination
You will get assassinated for the paper
Shoot first and ask questions later
See ya later, alligator
As your casket drop
Then we back to the block
And we steady sayin'