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Greed, or avarice, is an inordinate or insatiable longing for material gain, be it food, money, status, or power. As a secular psychological concept, greed is an inordinate desire to acquire or possess more than one needs. The degree of inordinance is related to the inability to control the reformulation of "wants" once desired "needs" are eliminated. Erich Fromm described greed as "a bottomless pit which exhausts the person in an endless effort to satisfy the need without ever reaching satisfaction." It is typically used to criticize those who seek excessive material wealth, although it may apply to the need to feel more excessively moral, social, or otherwise better than someone else. The purpose for greed, and any actions associated with it, is possibly to… more »

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First thing first, it's long live Ransom
(Uh huh, uh)
F*ck from the front and she saying I'm handsome
Nigga get mad, and my crodie gon' splash some
(Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah)
My crodie gon' splash some
She do the most for the camera
Lil black, lil white, call her a panda
Short day, long night, call him a trapper
Call him a capper
He ain't a scammer, just call him a rapper
Give me some sugar, she take off the wrapper
Go mod on the beat, like my name is Parappa the rapper
My crodie a trapper
My other homie, he gon' sit on your block like a camper
Get her a pamper
That pussy so wet, your bitch dry like a grandma
She look at my watch, she ain't checking the hour
If you live by your hammer, you die by your hammer
Got a new ticket, they caught me on camera
Free up my bro, cause he cropped my camera
Talk on my homie, that's fight you don't pick
Talkin' 'bout homie, you toting a stick
Talkin' 'bout homie, he got a GG with a dick
And, who gon' live, don't be last pick
Like, long live Jayy and free my clique
Like, canteen full, don't need no shiv
Like, clip too full, don't need no switch
It's like a movie, crodie pitch, pitch, pitch, pitch, pitch
If I call up Deego, he fuckin' your bitch
If I call up ssh, he gon' shoot up your crib, huh
Like, how could we miss
Back in high school, you was really the shit
Back in high school, I was skipping to finger ya' bitch, uh
And I'ma diss
Dissing me back, you gon' swim in the fish
Boy from the boonie's, his life was just mid, uh
Nigga, you really my kid
I can never accept that she turned into a bitch
(Uh, uh, uh, uh)
You said you got money, so why are you duckin'
Call up your bitch and I'm gettin' her fuckin'
Call up my homie his GG get bussin'
Call up my crodie, my wodie, my homie, and all of a sudden, you turn into nothin'
Thought I was out of my luck, and
Got me a pack and the numbers start bumpin'
She lick for an hour, she mad I ain't bussin'
That boy a bowaz, he eating the butt, and
We up to somethin'
See Double M's, and you know that they cuttin'
Know that they runnin'
(Uh, uh)
We was on the block, If you ain't pushin' rock, go make a wop
He caught a box like Chris Rock
He a cop, movin' chopped
Seen the undie make a stop
Hit the gas
Taking off
All that ass
Take it off
Shake that shit, then make it drop
Ass so fake, this shit might pop
I come from killers, meet my pops
I live for Jayy, you live for bitches
Diamond pearls, we should have riches
Like, where my brodie go? Where my crodie go
Cordie got that 40 on him
Might sip this 40, sip 40 more
Like how you wife her that bitch a hoe
(Ha)
Guess she good to go

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