Lyrics

CREAM (QUEEN) OF THE CROP

Hey.
Hey buddy.
I got something
I got something that I'd really like to say (2x)

I’m the cream of the crop,
I can’t stop
you was tasting the drop,
Now you stuck at the bottom
I’m all at top.
You tried to swap
fate,
tried to take what I got,
Now you carrying generational rot
curses
Aint Your mama ever tell you
keep your hands out of Womens purses.
You were never ever meant to unlock
Yeah, you know what you know,
Cuz you know what I got.

I made you
As soon as I gave you
a chance
You know it
I practically paid you
Advanced.
And When I hit them numbers
You danced
You act like my numbers was fans
Did that really mean they were your fans.
You moved like a joker, steady jugglin
My hard work ain’t phase you.
Got damn
Who wears the pant’s
WHO’S sensitive
Who’s really feminine.
I move like a Goddess
Got damn
I’m edgin’ em.
Gimme all your money
make me a millionaire
give me all your ice and throw it in the air.
It don’t mean much… so who really cares

I don’t need no shit from no nigga…
Let alone want any parts of no nigga
You take all my plans, runoff wit no figas
You chump, i spit up, you fast food, no quality, i shit dinna,
My morning detox
Routine
Everyday
a big winna

The signs gonna show you ima a winner
They’ll tell you I’m a winner cuz I’ma hit them when they chin up.
The cinematic bars ima bring ya… the same bars ima bring ya, decimate you . It’s a ting yuh?

You know what i shoulda spit up
Cuz this is the most ridiculous shit. that’s mashed up what’s been fucked up.
You got me mixed up, now my lucks up.
I’ll carry on with what’s in my big ol bagged dump truck.
Yeah we talkin about this dump truck.
The one that I been workin on.
For many many months uh.
You know i got this tonka
I’ve been using it for liftin
Just incase you Willy Wonka
I think you really wonka!
Willy Wonka!


(Instrumental)
I’m always gonna keep my chin up
Antennas
Incase you turn around
and turna baddie to a
shottie.
I got the Shakti , show you when it’s time
Heading with divine
No abilify
Pick a better vibe
Skip you in the line.
Who you thinks in charge?
You step outline when you think you God.
I’m your lungs, gun powder designed
To propell these fuckin bullets when they lodge
When they, when they mother ducking lodge
when they mother fuckin lodge
when they mother fuckin lodge
Cuz I’m the cream of the crop
I'm like Medicine and butter I’ll help you get to the top.

I'm like Medicine and butter I’ll help you get to the top. (2x)
I’m the Queen of the crop.