GREED

I'm not trying to sleep no more

When my body drops, they'll be clearing out the floor

Of the stadium, forsaking the chosen one

While they tryna soak up the gasoline that's leaking from my podium

I smoke up the bag of weed I got from the custodian

Chilling on the grass though I'm kinda into opium

If you got some muddy blunts start giving me a toke of them

Panic in my chest, gotta drop some of the sodium

Molly in my iced tea I knew I should've dumped it

Then I O.D. sound Gabriel's trumpet

86 on my life made me think twice

Cold as ice life leaving my eyes, I'm fine