The warning is clear “You wouldnʼt make it where I come from.”, BirdGang Greedy spits. Armed with lyrics and rhythms that evoke the grim realities and fleeting triumphs of life in the streets. His heavy southern draw hugs the track like it was mixed in a kitchen, labeled A-1 and packaged for the streets. Given the name Greedy because everything he saw he wanted it and would ultimately get it, the name just stuck. His brand of dope is pumping through speakers across the Country giving those outside of his zone a glimpse in to his reality. All that meet greedy quickly see itʼs not for show, heʼs been doing it. His lyrics paint a picture crafted with no pad, no pen this man makes you stop and take notice.