SELFISH LIL BITCH by Greysin Lyrics
[INFANINT SINFREESTYLE]
Tired of runnin’ round with little babies in my pocket
People hit my phone talkin’ bout they got the bread
I’m like I’m right here
I go tossin’ off the dimes
Pickin’ up the dub out my muthafuckin’ mind
I act like this is legal
And it’s not a fuckin’ crime
Until they cuff me up
And now I’m feeling like a bitch
I ain’t got no choice but to just sit and think
Everything went too fast
Too fast to even breathe
And now I’m stuck here
And wish I could go back
But guess I can’t
So I just gotta relax
Gotta take my time
And let my thoughts fly up off my heart
Thoughts fly up off my chest
Damn this shit is fuckin’ hard
I never knew that what I did
Would’ve effect you and yours but yours is gone
You know--this thing is just too fuckin’ easy
As usual, doing this daily
But they don’t believe me
They don’t hear me
They don’t wanna see the pain
They don’t understand
I’m movin’ packs snow, sleet or rain
It doesn’t fuckin’ matter bruh
If you need it then I got it
All about my paper
So I’m movin’ off the middle things
And I’m movin off the bigger ones
Gotta get it if you want it then I gotta hit ‘em up
I only keep a ounce, gotta keep it low
Cuz I’m trappin’ out the house
And don’t want you all to know
Oh damn, now you know
And damn, this is just my pain
Movin’ all this shit that nobody understands
It’ll be a waste of my time to even try and explain
This my muthafuckin’ grain
Gotta get the dollars, even if it’s underneath a dollar
89 cents for the little hit, right
Oh, you hurtin’ cuz you a fuckin’ fiend
So I guess it’s my job to sell you all that glean
I guess I risk my own life
Just so you can get high
Shit, I hope you die tonight !
You a selfish little bitch and that’s real life
You a selfish little bitch
Hustle for the days
Hustle for the night
I hustle for the sleep, bitch
I don’t ever sleep
I’m working 24
If you hit me up, I got it
I’m at your driver’s door
Asking for that fuckin’ bread, bitch
It’s not a lot of profit
Maybe 5 or 6 off a bag
Why I gotta go back
I wish I could take it all back
I wish I could start from start
But where's the start?
I’m just selling them thangs
I’m just selling them thangs
Tired of runnin’ round with little babies in my pocket
People hit my phone talkin’ bout they got the bread
I’m like I’m right here
I go tossin’ off the dimes
Pickin’ up the dub out my muthafuckin’ mind
I act like this is legal
And it’s not a fuckin’ crime
Until they cuff me up
And now I’m feeling like a bitch
I ain’t got no choice but to just sit and think
Everything went too fast
Too fast to even breathe
And now I’m stuck here
And wish I could go back
But guess I can’t
So I just gotta relax
Gotta take my time
And let my thoughts fly up off my heart
Thoughts fly up off my chest
Damn this shit is fuckin’ hard
I never knew that what I did
Would’ve effect you and yours but yours is gone
You know--this thing is just too fuckin’ easy
As usual, doing this daily
But they don’t believe me
They don’t hear me
They don’t wanna see the pain
They don’t understand
I’m movin’ packs snow, sleet or rain
It doesn’t fuckin’ matter bruh
If you need it then I got it
All about my paper
So I’m movin’ off the middle things
And I’m movin off the bigger ones
Gotta get it if you want it then I gotta hit ‘em up
I only keep a ounce, gotta keep it low
Cuz I’m trappin’ out the house
And don’t want you all to know
Oh damn, now you know
And damn, this is just my pain
Movin’ all this shit that nobody understands
It’ll be a waste of my time to even try and explain
This my muthafuckin’ grain
Gotta get the dollars, even if it’s underneath a dollar
89 cents for the little hit, right
Oh, you hurtin’ cuz you a fuckin’ fiend
So I guess it’s my job to sell you all that glean
I guess I risk my own life
Just so you can get high
Shit, I hope you die tonight !
You a selfish little bitch and that’s real life
You a selfish little bitch
Hustle for the days
Hustle for the night
I hustle for the sleep, bitch
I don’t ever sleep
I’m working 24
If you hit me up, I got it
I’m at your driver’s door
Asking for that fuckin’ bread, bitch
It’s not a lot of profit
Maybe 5 or 6 off a bag
Why I gotta go back
I wish I could take it all back
I wish I could start from start
But where's the start?
I’m just selling them thangs
I’m just selling them thangs