paroles de chanson Eternal - Prynce Greedy

I aint finna play wit no nigga that's what I had my kids for
These niggas want that smoke until I let this fuckin sig blow
In the trenches thumbin blowing cookie out the window
My bitch jus got the drop I send my tiny's for the kick door
I can't rap a bar that I aint live
So how you tell yo lil homies get active you don't spin
Bitch I been a naybor don't need favors fuck a friend
I'm pushing all this product tryna come up on a benz all I do is win
Don't take no losses them just lessons still I'm hard headed
Won't fuck no dusty rachets most them bitches bald headed
We the most hated but we all got guns we all ready
Just hit the bank and pulled a dub out they was all benji's

I aint beefin wit no nigga if that boy ain't got no body
I get a rush from pistol play my heart so full of violence
Actin gangsta on the internet but that nigga in hiding
I heard you snitching on yo mans why didn't you stay solid
I'm rollin on my opps they gon need pastors and a choir
They say money can't buy happiness so I bought some designer
Greed's a deadly sin my soul might burn up in that fire
But I'll eternally be the realest from Carolina

Don't step a foot into my section we aint workin
I'm still in the trap I got a purpose can't leave the house wit no burner
I'm nervous that I'll be murdered a martyr I'll be for certain
You flooded yo rollie wit diamonds so now that shit is worthless
How is you a boss when you a runner
How you let yo main opp terrorize you every summer
Why you sellin P's and you be fuckin up the numbers
How the hell she cheat and you still kept her you a sucker
A nigga caught me slippin once and he didn't even slide
I thought that you was gangsta thought you had it on my mind
Accumulating paper yeah I'm always on my grind
If a nigga say he punked me down you know that nigga lyin'

I aint beefin wit no nigga if that boy ain't got no body
I get a rush from pistol play my heart so full of violence
Actin gangsta on the internet but that nigga in hiding
I heard you snitching on yo mans why didn't you stay solid
I'm rollin on my opps they gon need pastors and a choir
They say money can't buy happiness so I bought some designer
Greed's a deadly sin my soul might burn up in that fire
But I'll eternally be the realest from Carolina