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