Lyrics GREED - JAYYBILLS

2016
Before we seen the Bean
Or 2015
Come on (yeah)
(Go) I still reminisce on when shit was good
2019 I was working jobs, tryna pay the rent
Regular life
2020 quit that bitch and told them motherfuckers, I was straight
And ain't think twice

Yeah, then I got to that bag dawg
Broke niggas make me laugh
Better gone get of yo' ass dawg
Say the same shit to my mans
Momma told me street shit don't last, dawg
I was in that cell five different times in 12 months

I ain't give a fuck
Lost my bitch
Lost my dawgs
Lost my mind (lost my mind)
Woulda crashed out if I ain't sit down and do that time, huh
Niggas got spared
Don't thank me nigga, thank God
'Lotta them fuck niggas won't there when shit got real
And it was time to ride, huh

I got used to talking on Securus
I got used to being disappointed
I got used to holding in my emotions
I don't get mad I just ignore it
I heard a fuck nigga stood over Pops
And left him at like three in the morning
I ain't never itch so bad for a kill
I could feel the greed when I'm blowing
I'll leave blood on the leaves 'bout my boy

Souls in the wind
Nigga think it's green
You will not breathe anymore
Reminiscing 'bout the times that I was sinning
I can not sleep anymore
If I don't got my blick tucked in
Went to bed with Margiela on my skin
Dreaming 'bout back when I ain't have shit
Then I woke up grabbed my blicky

Yeah, then I got to that bag dawg
Broke niggas make me laugh
Better gone get of yo' ass dawg
Say the same shit to my mans
Momma told me street shit don't last dawg
I was in that cell five different times in 12 months

I ain't give a fuck
Lost my bitch
Lost my dawgs
Lost my mind (lost my mind)
Woulda crashed out if I ain't sit down and do that time, huh
Niggas got spared
Don't thank me nigga, thank God
'Lotta them fuck niggas won't there when shit got real
And it was time to ride, huh

I got used to talking on Securus
I got used to being disappointed
I got used to holding in my emotions
I don't get mad I just ignore it
I heard a fuck nigga stood over Pops
And left him at like three in the morning
I ain't never itch so bad for a kill
I could feel the greed when I'm blowing
I'll leave blood on the leaves 'bout my boy

Long live my daddy nigga