C.R.E.A.M. (Clout Rules Everything Around Me)

[Chorus] Clout rules everything around me Cream, get the— Clout rules everything around me Cream, get the— Clout rules everything around me Cream, get the money Nothing's really real, y'all Clout rules everything around me Cream, get the— Clout rules everything around me Cream, get the— Clout rules everything around me Cream, get the money Nothing's really real, y'all [Verse 1] Fuck, I hate when I see these people that I respect in these comment threads Gassin' up and sayin someone’s dope but man, we all know that it’s wack as shit Yea, I know that you playin' the game & just work that lane for association Keep on chasin' Trading artistic integrity for some more engagement Yeah, flashin' money that you don’t got and just hope they watching Then dressin' loud as fuck and only hang around who's poppin' When that don't get you plays, you switch to controversial topics Hide the fact you got no skill by sayin' shit that's outta pocket Yeah, wanna build the hype up Doin' anything but the work to get the likes up Tryin' to start beef with a rapper that's bigger than you Doesn't matter what you gotta do if you're gettin' the views Everybody got a gimmick and I know that Hoppin' on the latest trend and they sounding so bad Tryin' to get the followers and we know that it’s all cap Willin' to do anything to make it and it’s so wack Oh man, I cannot stand, that shit, we see it You have a chance, to advance, you on that penis Don’t care, how much, you have, to change, to meet it But fuck the art, this ain't about the music bitch give me the— [Chorus] Clout rules everything around me Cream, get the— Clout rules everything around me Cream, get the— Clout rules everything around me Cream, get the money Nothing's really real, y'all Clout rules everything around me Cream, get the— Clout rules everything around me Cream, get the— Clout rules everything around me Cream, get the money Nothing's really real, y'all [Verse 2] Yo, you were tryin' to pop, like a year and a half ago And now you riding on the tail of someone else’s coat Lookin' for credit & acclaim for someone else’s goals Doin' the same shit soundin' like everyone else you know Aye, bitch, I’m despicable Built it up, it's just me and my minions Yeah, worked 'till it grew And I never gave a fuck about your opinions I don't gotta pay to be seen on a date with a star for the trend and attention Never took a handout, got a couple bands now Whole crew orderin' the filet mignon Yea, we see y'all Chasin' down to hop on the next wave You get caught in that undertow to stay relevant then move to the next phase Change the sound and then change the clothes and then change the people you hangin' with But I’m always me, and don’t give a fuck I’m still with the ones who I came up with, uh Yo, man, this shit is crazy You could be the dopest making music people fuck with daily Labels, they just sign Bhad Bhabie Cuz that's the headline that they need Attention currency They fighting for it, they ignore you, if you don’t got it then leave Gimme that love, gimme that hate Get that blue check, pay for them plays Rent a new whip, take a few pics Post that up and then return that shit And that’s the way it goes, if you can’t beat 'em, join in with 'em The fuck you think this is? I made this song to try to get some— [Chorus] Clout rules everything around me Cream, get the— Clout rules everything around me Cream, get the— Clout rules everything around me Cream, get the money Nothing's really real, y'all Clout rules everything around me Cream, get the— Clout rules everything around me Cream, get the— Clout rules everything around me Cream, get the money Nothing's really real, y'all