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GREENBACKS by Miquo Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2019

[HOOK]
Greenbacks
I need alla dat
Fuck yo feedback
Don’t need dat
Where the guala at
I really need dat
Proceed stack
Money
Fuck the hate
I don’t see that
Where the love nigga
Where the love
Bitch I need Datt
(x2)

I’m only 17
Momma work 11, 12s
She chasin green
Angel in her eyes but it’s a side of me she never seen
Demons compromise
I want the prize
Shit I got hella schemes
For cheddar
Dreams are better
Havin nightmares
I still hear the screams
Sirens after shots
They found the body
In the courtyard
Somebody gotta die
My niggas mindset stuck on O-DOG
Cops was at the door
Askin us questions I don’t know shit
Don’t owe y’all not a lick of spit
They pay you to do yo job
Them people make a killin offa black on black crime
You got no life insurance policy
They jack every dime
So now you mourning
Feeling guilty
Clip is full
Heart feelin chilli
Trigger happy, feelin temptin
Cus ya bank account is empty
The cycle really sickening
How the system set us up
To wet us up
Or get imprisoned
For the love of cheddar huh
The cycle really sickenin
How the system set us up
To wet us up
Or get imprisoned
For the love of cheddar?
FUCK NIGGA
[HOOK]
Greenbacks
I need alla dat
Fuck yo feedback
Don’t need dat
Where the guala at
I really need dat
Proceed stack
Money
Fuck the hate
I don’t see that
Where the love nigga
Where the love
Bitch I need Datt
(x2)

Straight facts
Trappin out the homie crib
We sealin packs
Skippin school
And slippin into traffic
For the paper stacks
Fast forward niggas started plottin
Tried to clap at Black
Chippin bricks
If he didn’t trip
They would’ve wet his back
Hit the fence
Always stay equipped
He startin bustin back
I was in the whip gettin some sloppy from a local bop
Heard the shots she panicked
Hit the gas
Reversed the car and stopped
Tried to hit the niggas that was aimin for the homie top
Bullets kept on rangin
Bitch is frantic
Shooter turned the block
Hopped up out her whip, ran to Black to see if he got popped
Golden Pontiac is what he lurkin for them niggas thought shit was sweet
Never seen them boys again
A mystery
They history
I come from the side
Where shit get gritty
Homicide
And robberies
The pigs forever filthy
My misery hate company
So leave me alone
Cus when you raised in section 8
You prolly breakin in homes
All for the
[HOOK]
Greenbacks
I need alla dat
Fuck yo feedback
Don’t need dat
Where the guala at
I really need dat
Proceed stack
Money
Fuck the hate
I don’t see that
Where the love nigga
Where the love
Bitch I need datt
(x2)