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03 Greedo

Murda Music

 

Murda Music

(álbum: Money Changes Everything - 2017)


I'm pullin up in the rental, fucked around got it tinted
Riding round the whole city, tryna let off this fifty
This that GGE Drummer Gang, dirty money in rubber bands
Live a life you can't understand, give a fuck what you overhear
You never come over hear, feel like the son of sam
Straight out the gutter damn, straight out the struggle
Missing the piece out the puzzle, voice of the beast, fuck a muzzle
Went from a bum to a hustler, I never was a lil' buster
Really hustled on Kalmia, I really hustled on Croesus
I really thugged on Juniper, and trooped with them shooters
And some nights we ain't catch shit, I won't call it trooping
But you know that we stupid, bitch you know how we do it
In the Jordan Down projects the concept is kill or be killed
Lost some dogs to three strikes, so we ain't feeling you Bill
All these White folks is asking if we voted for Hil, yeah the coke and the pills
Mountain of drugs, I be making the deals
Start my own record label, fuck waiting for deals
Seen my brother in the casket and it gave me the chills
Fake love and [?], that's that shit you can feel
And as of late been in touch with most these peoples for real
If they speak on who ain't troopin, tell 'em take you to kill
Lost Lil Money, said we used to feel related to trill
Fake and lies all I trust, 'cause niggas tell me the real
You know the type of shit you can feel
What do I say to his lil' sister, momma, granny, lil' girl?
I know if it ain't nothing then I'm finna get grilled
I'm in my feelings for real, hope you feel how I feel
Sorry granny but we finna go kill, we can't let this chill

This that shit that I'ma play when I'ma spray some
I'm only trooping with some niggas who won't say some
Ooo gon' spray some, ooo don't say none
This that shit that I'ma play when I'ma spray some
I'm only trooping with some niggas who won't say nothing
Ooo gon' spray some, ooo don't say nothing
Ooo, bet you would do it for a lil' money
Ooo, long live Lil Money, ooo just lost my lil' brother
Ooo, this that shit that I'ma play when I'ma spray some
I'm only trooping with some niggas who won't say some
Ooo go spray some, ooo don't say nothing
Shit that I'ma play when I'ma spray some
Only trooping with some niggas who won't say some
Ooo gon' spray some, ooo don't say nothing
Yeah yeah, just lost my Lil Money, yeah yeah
Ooo don't say nothing, when I spray something
Ooo yeah, and we do it for a lil' money

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