Kemba – Greed

Bronx 12 got the 12 lookin like the higher help with an apron
Greed
Scriptures written out the bible
Caesar with a light, Caesar finna fight, people killing for a paycheck
Niggas pray for vitiligo, oh man!
Homie couldn’t get a rap on me try to hit me with a citation
Where the hood get the drugs from, please remind me again
Greed
Fat lady singing in the nursery room I’ve been dying slow
Niggas stumbled on the fountain of youth
Greed
I know you got what I need
Turned around and bought a Sprite though
How much really is a life worth?
Stopped the kid tryna hit a cop, tell me how I’m in a lot?
There ain’t no way you’ll succeed
You went away to get yours, and now you’re all into mine
Practice fainting from a high foam pen
I’ve been hitting up the opposition where the funds are where the safe at
My only fear is to die poor
Greed
[Hook]
Niggas bangin’ with the 5-0
I know you got what I need
Oh oh oh oh
Born with a man-made disease God couldn’t diagnose
No no no no no

I just what’s right bust a U-ie on a universal vibrations
Where the mothafucking safe at nigga?
Doctor matching up the type O
Caught in between a cold world and a box they was in
My niggas stuck, like Siamese twins
There ain’t no way you’ll succeed
Fox news call me ape, well if I’m an ape I’mma be the apex
I call it a glitch in the Matrix, a flaw in design
Christian Baptism finna cost all
My my PD drive by, I better lie low
Call the Bronxville press tell em get the twelvie off the block ASAP
Pastor tweeting from an iPhone 6

You know you got what I want
I’ve already seen an eye-full
Drop a penny off the Eiffel
Even Fresh Prince gettin’ old now, where the time go?
How can one man have so much?
They saying, "maybe it’s all in your mind, maybe it’s all in your mind."
No no no no no
How can one man have so much?
[Hook]
When the laws of the land and the laws of man intertwine
I know you got what I need
Another routine spot search from the bottom to the top
Know i hit two birds with a single stone get the cowards off the block
[Verse 2]
Preacher reaching where the tithes go
Shaq diesel with a sheriff badge, that’s a high percentage shot

Oh oh oh oh
[Verse 1]

Don’t try to stand in my way
You know you got what I want
You would think we was drug lords if you watch CNN
Some wish i wouldn’t say that
I know you got what I need
Don’t try to stand in my way
Greed
Niggas hangin’ from a high rope
Greed
*Gunshot*
Little children holding high hopes