Lyrics Murda Music - 03 Greedo

I'm pulling up in a rental fucked around got it tinted
Ride around whole city trying to let out this fifty
This that GG E drummergang, dirty money, and rubberband
Live a life you can't understand
Give a fuck what you over here,
You never come over here, feel like the son of sam
Straight out the gutter
Damn, straight out the struggle missing the piece out the puzzle
Boy every fucking motha, went from a bum to a hustler
I never was a lil buster really hustled, dont care I hustled on custom
I really thug on Juniper and truth with them shooters
And so nights we aint catch shit, I wont call it trooper
But you know we stupid bitch you know how we do it
In the Jordan Down Projects the concept is kill or be killed
Lost some dogs three strikes, we aint feelin you bill
All these white folks asking me if we voted for Hill
Yeah the coke and the pill mounting the drugs
Ive been making them deals got my own record label
Fuck waiting for deals see my brother
In the casket and it gave me the chills
Fake loving arms reach that's the shit you could feel
And I still aint been in touch with most these people foreal
If they speak on who aint troopin tell take him to kill
Lots of money used to say we felt related to trill
Trust in lies all I trust cause all niggas tell me you're real
You know the type of shit you could feel
What do I say to hit the system, mama, granny, lil girl
I know if it aint nothing then Im finna get grilled
Im in my feelings foreal hope you feel how i feel
Sorry granny but we finna go kill
We cant let this chill
This that shit imma play when i go spray some
I'm only trippen with some niggas who go say some
Ohh, go spray some
Ohh dont say nun
This that shit imma play when i go spray some
Im only trippin with some niggas who gone say nun
Ohh go spray some
Ohh dont say nun
Ohhh
Bet you gone do it for lil money
Ohhh
Ohhh thats my lil brother