Greed over Grief

I keep fillin' them bags Them bags keep fillin' them bags, yeah (Bags) Saint C movin' so brash So brash he put 'em on blast, yeah (Blast) They ain't know jack 'bout the cash They broke, bouta' put 'em in a cast, yeah (Ow) I was just a teen with a task May or may not included a mask, yeah I would rather greed over grief Only the conceited are free (Free, Free) Yeah, ain't nobody eating on me I don't do the work for the free (Not free, Not free) Yeah, I would rather greed over grief Only the conceited are free (Free, Free) Yeah, ain't nobody eating on me I don't do the work for the free (Not free) Yeah, look at that lil' ass gnat She a pest, she a lil' imposter Acting like she got my back Hind my back she call me a bastard (Trash) Tryna' eat off my stash Real fast wind up with the lobsters (Saint C) I cannot help I'm a villain And all my friends are some ma' fuckin' monsters (Ahhh) Look at that broke ass boy That broke ass boy say he down with the monsters (Ahhh) Soon as we caught up with coppers He turn to a talker, run back to the father (Grahhh) I cannot f*ck with too many kid Cause not too many kid ready for anything, yeah (No, No) I rather creep like a centipede Up in the trenches where sinners be, yeah (Sinners) My shit it jump with agility, but I'm real cool Tranquility, yeah (Cool) New bitch with me she a centerpiece I stole her soul and her energy (Snatched) I keep fillin' them bags Them bags keep fillin' them bags, yeah (Bags) Saint C movin' so brash So brash he put 'em on blast, yeah (Blast) They ain't know jack 'bout the cash They broke, bouta' put 'em in a cast, yeah (Ow) I was just a teen with a task May or may not included a mask, yeah I would rather greed over grief Only the conceited are free (Free, Free) Yeah, ain't nobody eating on me I don't do the work for the free (Not free, Not free) Yeah, I would rather greed over grief Only the conceited are free (Free, Free) Yeah, ain't nobody eating on me I don't do the work for the free (Not free) (Evil Laugh) I keep fillin' them bags Them bags keep fillin' them bags, yeah (Bags) Saint C movin' so brash So brash he put 'em on blast, yeah (Blast) They ain't know jack 'bout the cash They broke, bouta' put 'em in a cast, yeah (Ow) I was just a teen with a task May or may not included a mask, yeah I would rather greed over grief Only the conceited are free (Free, Free) Yeah, ain't nobody eating on me I don't do the work for the free (Not free, Not free) Yeah, I would rather greed over grief Only the conceited are free (Free, Free) Yeah, ain't nobody eating on me I don't do the work for the free (Not free) (Evil Laugh) What have you done? I've never seen such infamate beauty in my life