GREED

Intro

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Look

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Verse 1: J. Cole

Look

A king who ain't quite found his crown yet

Swimming in ocean debts where these greedy motherfuckers want a piece

Paralyzed by the scale of my platform and this pressure to preach

Scrutiny heavy as the casket we carried through the Ville

Fake gurus claiming they enlightened just to pay the water bill

Look

It's tragic when a nigga realize his hero got flaws too

I'm just a vessel dripping liquid ego while I try to guide you

Meditate till my third eye starts twitching from the blurry sight

Man I'm chasing silhouettes and sipping on a bitter spirit tonight

Wondering if I'm just a fraud with a poetic tongue

Trying to heal the world before my own songs are even sung

God bless the sinners in the front row shouting every verse

Fame is just a pretty mask covering a multi-layered curse

I see the irony in my diamond chains and my humble speech

Trying to bridge the distance for the brothers I can't ever reach

Lord knows I'm wrestling with my own shadow in the booth

Truth is a motherfuckin' weight that cracks the bones of youth

Verse 2: 2Pac

They label me a prophet but I'm just a soldier dodging shells

Sipping Hennessy to silence all these burning ringing bells

The paranoia deepens as the industry starts circling the block

How can I liberate the block while my fingers glued to a glock

Tragedy and strategy intertwining in my weary soul

Systemic insanity taking a heavy motherfuckin' toll

I'm preaching revolution with a heart full of hollow hate

Caught between the destiny and the shackles of my fate

See the jealousy in a nigga eyes when the cameras blink

Tell me how a warrior is supposed to sit alone and think

Every nigga with a dream gets swallowed by the system's greed

I'm planting flowers in a garden full of pesticide and weed

Bitch I'm tired of being the target for their righteous blame

Dealing with the inner friction of this goddamn fame

They want the savior but they won't give me the room to bleed

Stuck in the middle of the carnage and the human need

Watching my enemies celebrate the ruins of my mental state

While I pray the lord helps me walk through that narrow gate

Motherfuckers don't know the cost of the words I write

Facing the destroyer in the middle of a lonely night

Die slow to the fakes while I'm screaming fuck the world

Inside the chaos where the flags of rebellion are unfurled

Niggas claim they want the light but they fear the actual heat

Trying to find some purity on a bloody motherfuckin' street

It's the dilemma of the man who sees the ledge too clear

Leading the blind while I'm fighting back my own goddamn fear