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letra de greed music - rob liberachi

[intro: superstar bandman as og]
“well bandman you talked a lot about doing anything for money. it sort of controls you, fuels you, has a hold over you, talk about that for a minute.”

[verse 1]
cash was like a ruler so i had to go the distance
did some dirty stuff all for that paper n-gga bro for instance
well i started slanging pop tarts me and no assistants (pop tarts dude?)
check my numbers used to score with boxes like the detroit pistons
i would get yo homework right 2 dollars for these answers (so you were smart)
wanna dress the sickest like i got 2 different types of cancers
all they know is that i’m bout my green just like thеm lanterns
green on me just like thе sweater that you catch on ned flanders

[interlude 1: superstar bandman as og]
“that’s just innocent little kid stuff, you went deeper than that earlier man. don’t shy away from it now, say it!”

[verse 2]
had to get it out the mud must’ve been a rainy day
consequences i ain’t worried want it each and every way
if a n-gga owe up then i swear to god he gotta pay (how!?)
with my bread or with his life ain’t no prom but imma slay
k!ll my brother for that chicken boy don’t get me wrong (whoa, whoa, whoa)
love my brothers but for money might just get them gone (you’d really do that?)
that 40 will get to sweeping less they pay the loan
then cash a scarfaced cuban link and turn to al capone
[interlude 2: superstar bandman as og]
“dude you’re absolutely insane. the fact that you’d take the lives of your loved ones over money is beyond me.”

[verse 3]
man them n-ggas can’t be trusted with no funds
boy i do these n-ggas dirty they think bandman got the runs
with this cheese i put some bread on top of burgers like some buns
man my pockets they gone be fattest cause i drop big puns
was nice to dudes i should finesse (who) cause i do finesse the best
eating so amazing said my grace this food i gotta bless
if a n-gga try to trespass a bullet through his chest
man a bullet gave me proof that n-ggas ain’t got on a vest

[interlude 3: superstar bandman as og]
“you mentioned dirty money earlier which you haven’t really touched on too much. but dude i’m still on the fact that you’d k!ll your brother over dollars. would you really do that?”

[verse 4]
yeah im quick to grab the 9 boy don’t play with me (i’m not)
what’s the point paying n-ggas i can take ya life for free
all i do is grab a bunch of clips and pull down my ski
then dump 7 out of 10 clips so yo mom can see
my bills sloppy boy they mixed like a bag of munchies
eating off them slides and punchies trigger hairy fingers scrunchies
rather keep on juggin get to swiping in and out the countries
man i wanna buy a bag pills and go feed the junkies (no)
something like a pharmacist you lost yo whip that’s karma sis
she something like a narcissist i gave the rap game parkinsons (i see)
it’s shaken up j crawford this i’m looney like a martian is (you are)
the store on fire cause my pieces im bandman the arsonist (okay calm down calm down)
im flipping every moneypak my pockets fat where my diet at
keep on swiping giffies cause my pieces smack
end a n-gga on the 7th day got him where he sat (no no)
tough on them computers brody had to go and get the mac
for that cash i’m on attack load it to unload the gat (stop)
k!ll a rat for a stack only if my pockets flat
like a white girl lowest back 17 i made a rack
and no i’m never stopping jack (why) i live to put dumps on a track n-gga
[outro: superstar bandman as og]
“whoa.”

- rob liberachi

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