Gotta
do what you gotta do to make it man
It is what it is at this point
Uh
My homie had dreams of the American dream
But poverty turned into a beast and prepared him to be
A dream chaser,
cream maker,
and cream gators Played with his bread,
ya dead homie,
a cream
maker He was good with his hands so he kept him
a tool Sharp mentally,
he even invested in school
But street life was thicker than his curriculum
Swinging both ways won't work without a pendulum
No libra scale,
no weighing options Only thing that can weigh him was make for
profit He got his way to, time couldn't wait up
So making paper became his motivator Flipping smack,
getting racks,
homie spinning
fast He said the only thing he feared was getting
back Or getting hit with a strap and being taken
out He said he gotta make it out
We out to get it by any means,
by any means The whole team out in the world chasing a
dream We out to get it by any means,
by any means
Rain, sleet, or snow, we still chasing the cream
We out to get it by any means, yeah
We'll do whatever we gotta do to bring in this cream
We out to get it by any means I'm a regular nigga,
out to get it by any
means Dough tight and in skinny jeans, survival
within the meat Fighting to live a dream,
dying inside but
trying to rise up and get the cream Within the street,
a industry,
enemies steady
blocking my goal Started off small,
now everyone watching
the growth Now I'm grown,
no college but knowledge I
own School of hard knocks, faculty chopping my
O's Kids gotta be supported, my mind is playing
tricks I'm just a ghetto boy struggling to make a
flip What's the odds of me landing a couple jobs?
No matter how I do it,
never will the hustle stop
We out to get it by any means,
by any means The whole team out in the world chasing a
dream We out to get it by any means,
by any means
Rain, sleet, or snow, we still chasing the cream
We out to get it by any means,
yeah We'll do whatever we gotta do to bring in this cream