Greed over Grief Lyrics

I keep fillin' them bags

Them bags keep fillin' them bags, yeah (Bags)

Saint C movin' so brash

So brash he put 'em on blast, yeah (Blast)

They ain't know jack 'bout the cash

They broke, bouta' put 'em in a cast, yeah (Ow)

I was just a teen with a task

May or may not included a mask, yeah

I would rather greed over grief

Only the conceited are free (Free, Free)

Yeah, ain't nobody eating on me

I don't do the work for the free (Not free, Not free)

Yeah, I would rather greed over grief

Only the conceited are free (Free, Free)

Yeah, ain't nobody eating on me

I don't do the work for the free (Not free)

Yeah, look at that lil' ass gnat

She a pest, she a lil' imposter

Acting like she got my back

Hind my back she call me a bastard (Trash)

Tryna' eat off my stash

Real fast wind up with the lobsters (Saint C)

I cannot help I'm a villain

And all my friends are some ma' fuckin' monsters (Ahhh)

Look at that broke ass boy

That broke ass boy say he down with the monsters (Ahhh)

Soon as we caught up with coppers

He turn to a talker, run back to the father (Grahhh)

I cannot fuck with too many kid

Cause not too many kid ready for anything, yeah (No, No)

I rather creep like a centipede

Up in the trenches where sinners be, yeah (Sinners)

My shit it jump with agility, but I'm real cool

Tranquility, yeah (Cool)

New bitch with me she a centerpiece

I stole her soul and her energy (Snatched)

I keep fillin' them bags

Them bags keep fillin' them bags, yeah (Bags)

Saint C movin' so brash

So brash he put 'em on blast, yeah (Blast)

They ain't know jack 'bout the cash

They broke, bouta' put 'em in a cast, yeah (Ow)

I was just a teen with a task

May or may not included a mask, yeah

I would rather greed over grief

Only the conceited are free (Free, Free)

Yeah, ain't nobody eating on me

I don't do the work for the free (Not free, Not free)

Yeah, I would rather greed over grief

Only the conceited are free (Free, Free)

Yeah, ain't nobody eating on me

I don't do the work for the free (Not free)

(Evil Laugh)

I keep fillin' them bags

Them bags keep fillin' them bags, yeah (Bags)

Saint C movin' so brash

So brash he put 'em on blast, yeah (Blast)

They ain't know jack 'bout the cash

They broke, bouta' put 'em in a cast, yeah (Ow)

I was just a teen with a task

May or may not included a mask, yeah

I would rather greed over grief

Only the conceited are free (Free, Free)

Yeah, ain't nobody eating on me

I don't do the work for the free (Not free, Not free)

Yeah, I would rather greed over grief

Only the conceited are free (Free, Free)

Yeah, ain't nobody eating on me

I don't do the work for the free (Not free)

(Evil Laugh)

What have you done?

I've never seen such infamate beauty in my life