Lyrics Greed - J Mag

I ain't made it yet but I been around
If yall take shots I take shots
Yall hit the ground
Know the difference when we rollin up
Better know its loud
I don't catch feelings long enough to hold me down
Superstition
I just had a vision with deeper meaning
Funny how humble beginnings lead you to finishin greedy
You ain't a killer
Maybe with cereal eat your Wheaties
This is a proclamation with signatures seal the treaties
I just don't digress
Hungry but my pride don't digest
My levels on a spiritual mindset
These fine lines got me crossin over to side steppin
And fine wine still goes bad
Just depends how the wines kept
Hater put a cork in it save a bottle
Cut the problem by the head
Yeah and the rest will follow
It's a new regime
Got my team and bunch of models
Sorry not sorry
They just OD Demi Lavoto
I don't give a fuck how this shit can go
Let it happen
Shit can get funny like a skit but nobody laughin
Bet I had some problems in the past nobody askin
Tell the truth lies sound better I'm movin passed it
Just imagine
If I took you places you never been
Saints try tell you its a Brees like they never sin
Then again
I could set the play up I better win
If shawtys in the red dress devilish Heaven sent
This is it
People always tell me I'm workin hard
But they don't know the specifics the plan I'm workin on
Ain't it odd tryin to even out all the playing cards
I was dealt
Never took a knee no I never knelt
I pray to God

Don't nobody love you til you're dead and gone and
Ain't nobody with you when you go the long way
We don't even need to speak on greed
All the things that you leave
Get thrown away now
Hope you know a way out
And you know the pay out

They say revenge best served cold Bon appétit
If what they tell me was church I'm ready to preach
Don't put your lady round my pew or even close to my reach
Only missionary here is when I hold up her feet
I'm playin hide and go seek
Throwin change in a wishing well
Grippin on a bunch of nickels hopin I fish a whale
Anybody hear me pitchin sales should get the kill
I got the recipes mixed like a chef and I whip a meal
Gotta cross Ts and dot Is when I read a deal
Nowadays it's hard to even tell if it's even real
At the table kickin out ideas to keep the will
Never greedy everybody eats and I foot the bill
Food for thought
I been preppin hard come get a plate
They don't really understand taste I demonstrate
I could never fit in with the game I penetrate
I never see my competition last they dissipate
Throw a line and they on my wave they bit the bate
Always on time even if I do come in late piece of cake
Half dozen roses in a vase should be straight
Cheaper by the dozen though just in case
Get the tape

Don't nobody love you til you're dead and gone and
Ain't nobody with you when you go the long way
We don't even need to speak on greed
All the things that you leave
Get thrown away now
Hope you know a way out
And you know the pay out