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Green Sea (Drowning) Video (MV)




Performed By: Cassius Thompson
Length: 2:53
Written by: Timothy Boykin




Cassius Thompson - Green Sea (Drowning) Lyrics




And they wonder why you can't trust these serpents out here
Green...
Always f*cking green...

Count your money nigga, get it up
Surrounded by the green nigga, live it up
You bound by the greed nigga, get enough
You fiending for a check nigga, cut it up, cut it up
Count your money nigga, get it up
Surrounded by the green nigga, live it up
You bound by the greed nigga, get enough
You fiending for a check nigga, cut it up, cut it up

Bring it from the ground, to alive, not survive
Tryna make sure that I'm living in this life, I'm alive
I heard you can't take it with you, when you're, so I strive
Living while I'm breathing, chasing green, hitting stride
That the vibe, that a nigga getting in the flood
Stranded out in the sea, doing everything you should
Doing everything you're told, money don't get old
But you age in dog years, when compared to the gold
What's your goals, is it just to stack by the attack
Or assault for the vault, break a back for the rack
Is the target too small, making tracks for the plaque
Is the picture too small, where you from, where it at
Is it more, is it bringing change for the change
Making moves to improve, trading head for the brain
Trading chains to attain, educate and maintain
The next generation, never sip the codeine, if not...

Get it up
Surrounded by the green nigga, live it up
You bound by the greed nigga, get enough
You fiending for a check nigga, cut it up, cut it up
Count your money nigga, get it up
Surrounded by the green nigga, live it up
You bound by the greed nigga, get enough
You fiending for a check nigga, cut it up, cut it up

Green ain't only money, envy, things that tend to grow
Its more than bread or dough, paper, cheddar, you blow
Its more than black or white, when the class got height
Its more than little bands, that be holding it tight
Sometime it turn to red. from the urn of the dead
Consumed by purple mind state, like Nasir said
Call the next man up, like the Patriots did
Its funny them same pats, got us stuck in the grid
Eyeing how somebody feeding they family, all for a grammy
Envy move from Settle, all the way to Miami
Then its candy, when hot steel hit the dome
He ain't far from his home, said a prayer and he gone
Now the face behind the finger, staring straight at a bid
Unless he ducking the cops, morals never acquit
They say time heal wounds, money don't come with
Counting dimes, he doomed, heart ain't never forget, got damn...

Get it up
Surrounded by the green nigga, live it up
You bound by the greed nigga, get enough
You fiending for a check nigga, cut it up, cut it up
Count your money nigga, get it up
Surrounded by the green nigga, live it up
You bound by the greed nigga, get enough
You fiending for a check nigga, cut it up, cut it up
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And they wonder why you can't trust these serpents out here
Green...
Always f*cking green...

Count your money nigga, get it up
Surrounded by the green nigga, live it up
You bound by the greed nigga, get enough
You fiending for a check nigga, cut it up, cut it up
Count your money nigga, get it up
Surrounded by the green nigga, live it up
You bound by the greed nigga, get enough
You fiending for a check nigga, cut it up, cut it up

Bring it from the ground, to alive, not survive
Tryna make sure that I'm living in this life, I'm alive
I heard you can't take it with you, when you're, so I strive
Living while I'm breathing, chasing green, hitting stride
That the vibe, that a nigga getting in the flood
Stranded out in the sea, doing everything you should
Doing everything you're told, money don't get old
But you age in dog years, when compared to the gold
What's your goals, is it just to stack by the attack
Or assault for the vault, break a back for the rack
Is the target too small, making tracks for the plaque
Is the picture too small, where you from, where it at
Is it more, is it bringing change for the change
Making moves to improve, trading head for the brain
Trading chains to attain, educate and maintain
The next generation, never sip the codeine, if not...

Get it up
Surrounded by the green nigga, live it up
You bound by the greed nigga, get enough
You fiending for a check nigga, cut it up, cut it up
Count your money nigga, get it up
Surrounded by the green nigga, live it up
You bound by the greed nigga, get enough
You fiending for a check nigga, cut it up, cut it up

Green ain't only money, envy, things that tend to grow
Its more than bread or dough, paper, cheddar, you blow
Its more than black or white, when the class got height
Its more than little bands, that be holding it tight
Sometime it turn to red. from the urn of the dead
Consumed by purple mind state, like Nasir said
Call the next man up, like the Patriots did
Its funny them same pats, got us stuck in the grid
Eyeing how somebody feeding they family, all for a grammy
Envy move from Settle, all the way to Miami
Then its candy, when hot steel hit the dome
He ain't far from his home, said a prayer and he gone
Now the face behind the finger, staring straight at a bid
Unless he ducking the cops, morals never acquit
They say time heal wounds, money don't come with
Counting dimes, he doomed, heart ain't never forget, got damn...

Get it up
Surrounded by the green nigga, live it up
You bound by the greed nigga, get enough
You fiending for a check nigga, cut it up, cut it up
Count your money nigga, get it up
Surrounded by the green nigga, live it up
You bound by the greed nigga, get enough
You fiending for a check nigga, cut it up, cut it up
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Writer: Timothy Boykin
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