AJ - C.R.E.A.M (Presidents) lyrics

Chorus: You get the b**hes, you get the liquor, you outchea livin' you say you're winning But we all know, that your existence Ain't existent, without the presidents (Yo cash rules everything around me) The politicin', and dirty Christians, all the religion It's superstition, it ain't existent, without the presidents (Yo cash rules everything around me) Verse 1: Oooh, I'm chasing John Chilembwe's I told my reverend, I don't pray But I pray that I make it, this music pay me So maybe, I buy my mum a benz man Just trust me see the money the motivation If paps dropped a brick she would have stayed Bet it's offerings that have these preachers praying We hail the Lord you hail congregations Abomination! Go bomb a nation, or rob a nation, Joyce and Osama did it for the paper Can you not see the correlation, between a terrorist and president occupation? It's Cream And the dreams is pristine It's one thing, I put my heart in 16's Just let me pa**, you trying to block, you get screened See the sky ain't never blue unless you get green My n***a, it's the reason we making enemies And f** your skin colour the money dictating equity The reason that your daddy never home and working endlessly The reason uncle Sam was tryna manifest his destiny Evidently! Cause now we had a black I'm the white house What the black gon' do? Try to push the whites out? Dawg, it don't matter what colour kingin the oval office See its green that run the world regardless (Chorus) Verse 2: What's the reason behind the lying? Skeletons in closets, the reason behind the hiding You look into your wrist and then you see a diamond Dawg that ain't a diamond that's a blood diamond, look around people dying Children dying it's child labour and forced labour It's less pay and more profits for the corporations It's less ours and more theirs for the bigger nations It's less air and more profit from deforestation Open up your third eye, then you see the clearer resolution They gas us up but we don't see the pollution Less d** produced and more prostitution More destitution, no more solutions Cream I mean let's get this Cream man, then maybe we can buy the American dream man Cream I mean let's get this Cream man, then maybe we can buy the American dream man Buy you a new whip, a chain and a new hat Money could buy this and money could buy that Money could surely buy you a b**h with a fat a** But losing your soul ain't something that money could buy back. Word