MIKE, Jesse Brotter - GREEDY lyrics
[MIKE, Jesse Brotter - GREEDY lyrics]
Going, I'm going crazy
Come on, take your loss
Ay, ay
I can never break bread with you birds
'Cause I'm used to takin' less
In the first place it ain't really 'bout the
Lyrics or the wordplay
Boy, this something for my spirit
And my worst days, nigga
Looking in the mirror be the worst thing
Bulky black body where the shirt hang
Ask for blessings from the water when the
Church can't give it to me
It's getting cold, I need a thicker hoody
I knew the Champ wouldn't
Last through the winter, hey
You a loser
Get your ass out of winner's place
How you tryna eat
Playing with your dinner plate?
Under the sun
Only the black don't disintegrate
And I ain't fancy
I'm attached to that nigga taste
Niggas dancing for the bag and
Never hit the bank
I see you reaching for that dap
You never hit my hand
And every nigga out to Winkie
Never leave me up
But it's always in that circle
That you bring me up
My raps a lot of fucking topics
I ain't need to touch
I need to sleep some more
'cause I don't dream enough
And this creaky floor, you can see the dust
I just need a swipe and
I don't need your bugs
And I don't mean to cry
I'm just feeling numb
I know success is near
And I can hear it come
I know depression here
And I'm scared to jump and I'm scared
Going, I'm going crazy
Come on, take your loss
Yo, the dope hit my heart and my ego
I used to focus, made a lot of nigga's B-roll
Blowing through hefty mission
Most these niggas cheat code
Most niggas stutter in the game
But make the free throw
Rolling through the Lower East
Smelling like the weed smoke
Raised by a black woman
Love her so my niece know
Product of the cheap, bro
Somehow had the money when a
Nigga had to eat though
Fuck the pigs, here's a dick
You can deep-throat
Here's a kid with his champs in Casino
We was tryna get it
Didn't matter if it's legal
Awkward in the studio
Bars really gonna break the
Ice if it's tearful
I'm running in the same direction
That the trees grow, nigga
There's nothin'
Going, I'm going crazy
Come on, take your loss
Going, I'm going crazy
Come on, take your loss
Going, I'm going crazy
Come on, take your loss
'Bout shit that they know about
That they give a fuck about
That they not lying about
So you better fucking make sure
You listen to that
Shit tomorrow if you haven't heard it today
That's it, that's it
Whatever time period that is
You heard it here facts
Come on, take your loss
Ay, ay
I can never break bread with you birds
'Cause I'm used to takin' less
In the first place it ain't really 'bout the
Lyrics or the wordplay
Boy, this something for my spirit
And my worst days, nigga
Looking in the mirror be the worst thing
Bulky black body where the shirt hang
Ask for blessings from the water when the
Church can't give it to me
It's getting cold, I need a thicker hoody
I knew the Champ wouldn't
Last through the winter, hey
You a loser
Get your ass out of winner's place
How you tryna eat
Playing with your dinner plate?
Under the sun
Only the black don't disintegrate
And I ain't fancy
I'm attached to that nigga taste
Niggas dancing for the bag and
Never hit the bank
I see you reaching for that dap
You never hit my hand
And every nigga out to Winkie
Never leave me up
But it's always in that circle
That you bring me up
My raps a lot of fucking topics
I ain't need to touch
I need to sleep some more
'cause I don't dream enough
And this creaky floor, you can see the dust
I just need a swipe and
I don't need your bugs
And I don't mean to cry
I'm just feeling numb
I know success is near
And I can hear it come
I know depression here
And I'm scared to jump and I'm scared
Going, I'm going crazy
Come on, take your loss
Yo, the dope hit my heart and my ego
I used to focus, made a lot of nigga's B-roll
Blowing through hefty mission
Most these niggas cheat code
Most niggas stutter in the game
But make the free throw
Rolling through the Lower East
Smelling like the weed smoke
Raised by a black woman
Love her so my niece know
Product of the cheap, bro
Somehow had the money when a
Nigga had to eat though
Fuck the pigs, here's a dick
You can deep-throat
Here's a kid with his champs in Casino
We was tryna get it
Didn't matter if it's legal
Awkward in the studio
Bars really gonna break the
Ice if it's tearful
I'm running in the same direction
That the trees grow, nigga
There's nothin'
Going, I'm going crazy
Come on, take your loss
Going, I'm going crazy
Come on, take your loss
Going, I'm going crazy
Come on, take your loss
'Bout shit that they know about
That they give a fuck about
That they not lying about
So you better fucking make sure
You listen to that
Shit tomorrow if you haven't heard it today
That's it, that's it
Whatever time period that is
You heard it here facts