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GREEDY
Hip-Hop/Rap
GREEDY was released on February 27, 2026 by BLACKK 0RDER as a part of the album GREEDY - Single
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Release DateFebruary 27, 2026
LabelBLACKK 0RDER
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM80

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jay Catalyst
Jay Catalyst
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Edward Jackson III
James Edward Jackson III
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
1Ryan
1Ryan
Producer

Lyrics

(Ryan, what took you so long?)
Uh, Catalyst
Catalyst uh-uh
Feel like Polo 21, I feel like YB 2016
Wild ****, slide to ya and I'm takin over like blitzkrieg
Brodie wild with the .40 cals we both shooting like split screen
Blue and green for the pape, now I gotta show a **** what this shit mean
All them drugs up in my head, feel like it's holes up in my brain
Make him fold, he need new clothes, that dirty laundry left a stain
Hit the road and then he told, he play like Frogger be the game
Wanna hit dat fogger in that 9-11, frog eyes switchin lanes
Porsche, or so I want it
**** ain't on shit, they hustle for a moment, then they fumble
Your life a highlight reel, the shit you do, you barely done it
My squad, they keep it comin
Watch how they get to thumpin
Hold, let me change the subject
I love that party, love the promo
Love to spin tracks on that board
Addicted to that power from the music and I need me some more
Y'all priorities fucked up, y'all all want shit y'all can't afford
Yo bitch want me, that's tough luck, I get to taking ****' whores
Make her get down on all fours
You wan play? Let's go to war
Poles or paper, he forsaken, I'll go get it done on tour
Like Navy, we go crazy
Like we just got out the Corps
Sold out dates is what I crave, I'm greedy right down to the core
Like Constantine, I'm fighting demons, drag 'em with me to the floor
I'm a heathen, get to creepin, I want money, nothing more
Move like my mama, love that lady, I'll make sure we never poor
Give her racks for how she raised me, tell her go buy up the store
Wan put my girl in Ferragamo, she don't fuck wit Michael Kors
Wanna own a couple ****, pay em good to clean the floors, look
Then I spit right on that floor
Skrrt off, engine make a roar
Wanna stunt so hard it feel like stunting just became a chore
Feel like Polo 21, I feel like YB 2016
Wild ****, slide to ya and I'm takin over like blitzkrieg
Brodie wild with the .40 cals, we both shooting like split screen
Blue and green for the pape
Now I gotta show a **** what this shit mean
Written by: James Edward Jackson III
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