GREED/WHITE-TEE

Greed, want a piece of me, want a piece of you
Wants to see us bleed, get these fucking bitches off of me
Trying to start a new wave, let the sound breathe
Everywhere I turn all I see yeah is false dreams
I'm at the top got to lead, my brothers right with me
They ride with me, stay yelling fuck the prophecy
Need my privacy, need the public eye off of me
Paparazzi gleam, finna' turn this bitch into a horror scene
Unbearable, false prophets filling your mind with terrible
Thoughts, that won't save your life yeah
Marital, linking the good with the bad yeah
Charitable, giving this out for nothing yeah
Repairable, ain't too far gone we can fix it yeah
It's wearable, take your sins put it on your sleeve
Not terrible, I hope one day you won't be
Unbearable, "KILO" is the name put it on a white tee
White-Tee that's stained with the blood from my foes
Like me, I got to whole lot of hoes
Likely, that you will never know
How it be, to be worth more than gold
High-key, it ain't as hard as it seems
Low-key, being rich harder than being a
Brokie, when I got bands yeah that shit
Broke me, I don't want none of that
No chief
Indivisible, feel invisible, shits "intrinsical", world is whimsical
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All this shit is the pinnacle, not your typical
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Whip color yeah that's minimal, tint is pivotal
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Underrated yeah that's criminal, bitch I'm mythical
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Came crashing down like a meteor
From me to yours
Kicking it in some new "Dior's"
Tried to stay my course
Asked god and he held the door
I was broke then, lots of stuff that I can't afford
Bands don't make you happy, but allow you to explore
I saw the prize, went and took it, upping up the score
I'm up now, but there's still shit I can't ignore
Working, for distraction, depression eating at my core
White-Tee that's stained with the blood from my foes
Like me, I got to whole lot of hoes
Likely, that you will never know
How it be, to be worth more than gold
High-key, it ain't as hard as it seems
Low-key, being rich harder than being a
"Brokie", when I got bands yeah that shit
Broke me, I don't want none of that
No chief