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iotosh – greed lyrics

[verse 1:]
i’ve been using the wrong drive
told myself getting money and fame is what my life
is about, i can’t survive or live without the paper
but it’s importance is so evident, evidence in my residence
mummy breathes money like oxygen elements;
breathes and speaks it, cause it would make life better
for the green, she a go-getter
but when the green withers away, it leaves an old lady in pain
mama, i keep on praying i don’t make you work so hard in vain
i watch that lady struggle, i try my best to help but i’m trapped in this bubble
to see my dreams and aspirations you’d need a hubble
telescope, watched my family crumble and i’m trapped under rubble
but i’m made of iron like ore, and i make beats hot like earth’s core…
maybe the more beats i make, the more i can sell or lease them for– of course i’m gonna try, who are you to judge me?
we both the same in the eyes of great one who’s above me

[bridge:]
then this bredda dms me on soundcloud, “yo bro, i like your tracks!”
now, this some old beat i made way back
he asked to use it for a tape. i see he got a pro account
so i figure he could spare some cash
i reply, “50 us for a lease” then he replies
“man, i ain’t got no money to buy no beat
i’m just spreading good vibes, i don’t want to make a profit; it’s for enjoyment, ain’t that what music is supposed to be?”

[verse 2:]
told him he could have it, left me embarrased, i couldn’t speak then i asked myself, “since when has my heart gotten so weak?
this is real life, money isn’t a want, it’s a need–”
then i paused… “am i being consumed by greed?
i mean, i know some green could help my future seed–”
and it was then i saw what mama has always seen:
my sister and i, we’ve been her drive. she’s the very reason that we’re even still alive
made up my mind, we haffi eat a food so f-ck who want a beat for free
you haffi pay the fee; if you can’t stand to that, then take a seat
and teflon told me never undervalue my craft, i’ll only get better so, as we’re speaking
i’ll soon reach my peak, sum it up
do the maths, like a kartel a speak
got to keep working hard, mi a ball hard like mi weep
’till i’m getting paid to do a show every week, only then i’ll confront myself
about if it was need or is it greed?

[outro:]
i can’t afford to confront it… have to wait until i reach a certain place where i can actually..

too broke…

- iotosh lyrics

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