GREEDY

[Chorus: Standing on the Corner]
Going, I'm going crazy
Come on, take your loss

[Verse 1: MIKE]
Ay, ay
I can never break bread with you birds
'Cause I'm used to takin' less in the first place
It ain't really 'bout the lyrics or the wordplay
Boy, this something for my spirit and my worst days, nigga
Looking in the mirror be the worst thing
Bulky black body where the shirt hang
Ask for blessings from the water when the church can't give it to me
It's getting cold, I need a thicker hoody
I knew the Champ wouldn't last through the winter, hey
You a loser, get your ass out of winner's place
How you tryna eat, playing with your dinner plate?
Under the sun, only the black don't disintegrate
And I ain't fancy, I'm attached to that nigga taste
Niggas dancing for the bag and never hit the bank
I see you reaching for that dap, you never hit my hand
And every nigga out to Winkie never leave me up
But it's always in that circle that you bring me up
My raps a lot of fucking topics I ain't need to touch
I need to sleep some more 'cause I don't dream enough
And this creaky floor, you can see the dust
I just need a swipe and I don't need your bugs
And I don't mean to cry, I'm just feeling numb
I know success is near, and I can hear it come
I know depression here, and I'm scared to jump
And I'm scared

[Chorus: Standing on the Corner]
Going, I'm going crazy
Come on, take your loss

[Verse 2: MIKE]
Yo, the dope hit my heart and my ego
I used to focus, made a lot of nigga's B-roll
Blowing through hefty mission, most these niggas cheat code
Most niggas stutter in the game but make the free throw
Rolling through the Lower East, smelling like the weed smoke
Raised by a black woman, love her so my niece know
Product of the cheap, bro
Somehow had the money when a nigga had to eat though
Fuck the pigs, here's a dick, you can deep-throat
Here's a kid with his champs in Casino
We was tryna get it, didn't matter if it's legal
Awkward in the studio, bars really gonna break the ice if it's tearful
I'm running in the same direction that the trees grow, nigga
There's nothin'

[Chorus: Standing on the Corner]
Going, I'm going crazy
Come on, take your loss
Going, I'm going crazy
Come on, take your loss
Going, I'm going crazy
Come on, take your loss

[Outro: Jesse Brotter]
[SLUms] is from the hood, [SLUms] is real as fuck
[SLUms] is some real ass kids making some real ass music
'Bout shit that they know about, that they give a fuck about
That they not lying about
So you better fucking make sure you listen to that shit tomorrow if you haven't heard it today
That's it, that's it
Whatever time period that is, you heard it here
Facts