GREEDY MIKE (Ft. Jesse Brotter)

[Chorus: Standing on the Corner]
Going, I'm going crazy
Come on, take your loss

[Verse 1: MIKE]
Ay, ay
I can never break bread with you birds
'Cause I'm used to takin' less in the first place
It ain't really 'bout the lyrics or the wordplay
Boy, this something for my spirit and my worst days, nigga
Looking in the mirror be the worst thing
Bulky black body where the shirt hang
Ask for blessings from the water when the church can't give it to me
It's getting cold, I need a thicker hoody
I knew the Champ wouldn't last through the winter, hey
You a loser, get your ass out of winner's place
How you tryna eat, playing with your dinner plate?
Under the sun, only the black don't disintegrate
And I ain't fancy, I'm attached to that nigga taste
Niggas dancing for the bag and never hit the bank
I see you reaching for that dap, you never hit my hand
And every nigga out to Winkie never leave me up
But it's always in that circle that you bring me up
My raps a lot of fucking topics I ain't need to touch
I need to sleep some more 'cause I don't dream enough
And this creaky floor, you can see the dust
I just need a swipe and I don't need your bugs
And I don't mean to cry, I'm just feeling numb
I know success is near, and I can hear it come
I know depression here, and I'm scared to jump
And I'm scared