J.Mag - Greed Lyrics

I ain't made it yet but I been around
If ya'll take shots
I take shots
Y'all hit the ground
Know the difference
When we rollin' up
Better know it's 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 level's 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 f*ck 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 it's a Brees like they never sin
Then again
I could set the play up
I better win
If shawty's 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?
Try 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
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 T's and dot I's 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