Ransom Ft. Royce 5’9″ – Greed Mp3 Download + Lyrics



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Ransom Ft. Royce 5’9″ – Greed

Title: ​Greed
Artist: Ransom Ft. Royce 5’9″
Genre: Hip Pop
Year: 2021

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Ransom Ft. Royce 5’9″ – Greed Lyrics

[Verse 1: Ransom]
Turn your back and they’ll shove a knife in your ribs
A father raisin’ a gun while his son is fightin’ a bid
Ironic ’cause he ain’t really have nothin’ nicer to give
You live the life that you love, then you’ll love the life that you live
So what’s the price if you did
Love life, but can’t afford a club night
With champagne taste, money is Bud Light
You tellin’ me to be negative, that’s your blood type
It’s hard to sleep in a bed you made when the bugs bite
I’m sleepwalkin’
I come outside when the streets darkеn
Try not to oblige when you hear greed talkin’
I’m Frank Whitе, it’s no plea bargain
King of my city, I’ma serve every damn fiend that I see walkin’
Don’t be threatened, I teach lessons
Don’t call me king, ’cause every king suffered a beheadin’
There’s seven deadly sins, better preach, reverend
I sever limbs with this sweet weapon, you better keep steppin’
I’m takin’ off, I’ll see you all soon
What’s a mogul without his money? A soldier without his war wounds
I’m hieroglyphics in a lost tomb
These are the facts
If you’re the richest in here, then you in the wrong room
Shuckin’ and jivin’, get you called coon
Yeah, we all goons, you a cartoon
You play a shark, cool, I can get you harpooned
I talk to ’em like Malcolm under a dark moon, harsh tunes
You want the smoke, I got all fumes
Yeah, a sharp broom like what God use
In too deep, no time to argue when ya skin is a dark hue
Little man got his heart bruised, and I’m John Q
Had to breeze when them arms drew
Yeah, known to squeeze like a mongoose, alarm you
Indeed for this greed, niggas harm you
Think it’s time that you leave, don’t believe but I warned you
It’s on you

[Verse 2: Royce da 5’9”]
Uh, invest our spendin’ in cars and bikes
Collect our stimulus stars and stripes
We left our women with scars and gripes
In death I’ll reminisce starvin’ nights
Mama sent me to help Aunt Minnie to buy her some rice
Them jail bars imminent, guards and fights
Them Ls authentic as Karl Kani
And they trendin’ as Telfar Clemens and Charleston White
Uh, true anomaly, deeper view as optometry
Numerology, speakin’ through this autonomy
While the leaders confused
Tell Thomas MacDonald we don’t agree with his views
But we approve of his honesty
That Beretta too deadly, left his head in shambles
Backin’ federal weaponry, shovelin’ mega manholes
Rather eat in the culture, never even to short ya
Who celebrate when they see you ate with seven candles?
Bahamadia or Heather B
Every queen should never have to question her pedigree, that’s Kevin Samuels
[?] rule into a kemetic G
My queen, a better you is a better me, that’s Tevin Campbell
Why the labels embellish it, why they never cancel?
Propagate it to scalin’ it, while they sellin’ scandal
While the reverend rambles, Noreaga probably a better commando
Schwartznegger was Reagan’s Rambo
Ya blow stepped on, that show said no
Your connect in the rolodex, Gomez Jones
He with three of his groupies, give him co-ed chrome
Leave him with these lil’ uzis, give him four headstones
Gold chain, sneakers
Choose your battle when Juice WRLD with Juice WRLD shallow and Cobain’s deeper
The dope game’s ether, cocaine beepers
Coltrane peaks the most ‘sane speakers
The bro can’t reach us, the woke can’t either
Sleepin’ with Soul Train divas, we post sangria
I speak for my Keishas, my no name chicas
Our folks ain’t teach us, our dough can’t free us
You thousandnaire at the register, never popped a tag
Your concierge never helped you out with ya shoppin’ bag
You not a real goon, fam, you never got the pass
You not a real DOOM fan, you never copped the mask
Been two steppin’ since Jay-Z was yellin’ “Holla back!”
Produced records for Shady, but never got the plaque
What I will retort, it’s highly enforced, invite me to war
Smile in the court, then buy me a Porsche
Hoes colder than Debbie Allen, I mighty divorce
Those po’er than Edgar Allen who tried me before
Who likely a corpse
Who reppin’ the culture when Megan’s toes is of lesser importance than Kylie’s divorce?
Uh, the psychology of a meth head
Tittie lickin’ a Masi’ like I’m tryin’ to be breastfed
My biggest fear is bein’ sick with a problem
My children ain’t proud of me, givin an apology from my death bed

[Chorus: Ransom]
Greed’ll turn a friend into an enemy
Turn a positive energy to a jealousy
You better be aware, if you don’t wanna pay the penalty
Don’t play the game, if you don’t care about your legacy
You tellin’ me, “Check, check out my melody”
Can’t be my dog, if I ain’t sure about your pedigree
Hope these words are stickin’ to you like velcro
Money can’t buy you love, but it buys you everything else though

[Outro]
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