GREEDY

[Chorus: Standing on the Corner] Going, I'm going crazy Come on, take your loss [Verse 1] Ay, ay I can never break bread with you birds 'Cause I'm used to takin' less in the first place It ain't really 'bout the lyrics or the wordplay Boy, this something for my spirit and my worst days, nigga Looking in the mirror be the worst thing Bulky black body where the shirt hang Ask for blessings from the water when the church can't give it to me It's getting cold, I need a thicker hoody I knew the Champ wouldn't last through the winter, hey You a loser, get your ass out of winner's place How you tryna eat, playing with your dinner plate? Under the sun, only the black don't disintegrate And I ain't fancy, I'm attached to that nigga taste Niggas dancing for the bag and never hit the bank I see you reaching for that dap, you never hit my hand And every nigga out to Winkie never leave me up But it's always in that circle that you bring me up My raps a lot of fucking topics I ain't need to touch I need to sleep some more 'cause I don't dream enough And this creaky floor, you can see the dust I just need a swipe and I don't need your bugs And I don't mean to cry, I'm just feeling numb I know success is near, and I can hear it come I know depression here, and I'm scared to jump And I'm scared [Chorus: Standing on the Corner] Going, I'm going crazy Come on, take your loss [Verse 2] Yo, the dope hit my heart and my ego I used to focus, made a lot of nigga's B-roll Blowing through hefty mission, most these niggas cheat code Most niggas stutter in the game but make the free throw Rolling through the Lower East, smelling like the weed smoke Raised by a black woman, love her so my niece know Product of the cheap, bro Somehow had the money when a nigga had to eat though Fuck the pigs, here's a dick, you can deep-throat Here's a kid with his champs in Casino We was tryna get it, didn't matter if it's legal Awkward in the studio, bars really gonna break the ice if it's tearful I'm running in the same direction that the trees grow, nigga There's nothin' [Chorus: Standing on the Corner] Going, I'm going crazy Come on, take your loss Going, I'm going crazy Come on, take your loss Going, I'm going crazy Come on, take your loss [Outro: Jesse Brotter] [SLUms] is from the hood, [SLUms] is real as fuck [SLUms] is some real ass kids making some real ass music 'Bout shit that they know about, that they give a fuck about That they not lying about So you better fucking make sure you listen to that shit tomorrow if you haven't heard it today That's it, that's it Whatever time period that is, you heard it here Facts