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