Creme de La Creme

I go Willie B., I go Harambe
I go Mutombo, Dikembe
Get that Lewinsky, Will Smith pay, Independence Day
No Scientology, I know my geography
Roll up these collard greens
I came up from poverty, now fuck off my property
Fuck off my, my property, fuck off my property
My property

I don't notice them, them, creme de la creme
I don't fuck with them, creme de la creme
And if I ever let this play again (creme de la creme)
I could touch the sky (creme de la creme)
And if I ever leave this place again
I don't notice them, creme de la creme

I got my own lane
Since I was a kid, I was a grown man
I don't need no new friends
Funny how they smile and they grin
True colors are hiding within
It's easy to slide and pretend
When you at a disguise of a friend
Wonder would she ride if I wasn't in a 500 Benz
I don't know, I don't get the shit
Why fuck with hoes that ain't interested
Smoke all your weed, drink all your liquor and Snapchat the shit like it's Christmas gifts, goddamn
Shit, I know 'cause I witnessed it
It's all about how they leave your life
It's never about how they entered it (creme)