Collateral

Can it all be so simple, Cory and Dennis?

Top 3s and chopped cheese all thru the winters

Box Jeeps and Cardi B's off of the scrimmage

Mahogany behind the seats, caught in the lyrics

Do you know, where you going to?, draw up what they know of you

Picture that with enough space for whoever should go with you

Told me what we here for, same way it was told to you

My Saint Laz's heavy enough to pray over both you

Meaning, ya'll and me is, a-alikes for the being

Of time, time being a way to find you a lead in

Gil Scott Heron, Jill Scott heroine

Hands folded for apple bags or you Elohim it

Be as it may, shit will seem to be straight

And banking on collateral's what it be out the gate

The beauty of it all but you still see the decay

And counting's even prettier baby, so either way, either way

This shit feels like we living a life on borrowed time

This shit feels like we living a life being caught in a high

Been in jail since my daddy was born

But my pen is collateral bond

Oh my God, oh my God

Are we really free here?

Either way it's, more than just what they're saying

Say you look in the tone and it shows you what they're portraying

They giving you the tone that you need like you was related

Feeling like to atone is to keep it from ever fading

Til you knew the tone you receiving was off a payment

Like when it's two tones on the V' that you serenading

Mike '92 tone on the Beamer, Rockaway Ray it

Or white and blue tone from the D's all in the way and

It gets, in between, soon as you got it you grey it

I mean, silly me for tryna Co-Op and New Day it

I be, centerpieced like I was tryna two way it

I preach, Hennessy but I see the need to Dusse it

The thought of pink bottles of Spade turns into spilling them

Over flow on the dough like the red bones that deliver them

Yeah, be as it may, shit will seem to be straight

And banking on collateral's what it be out the gate, either way

This shit feels like we living a life on borrowed time

This shit feels like we living a life being caught in a high

Been in jail since my daddy was born

But my pen is collateral bond

Oh my God, oh my God

Are we really free here?

And you in the back of a rental, in front of a bag of maybes

Like maybe shit'll move to where you can call this the 80's

Or maybe this is ruined and you in for an awakening

And the tone that you knew was the root why you mistaken

And waiting, and still waiting, and still waiting

Told youngin on my second classic to drill a way in

Word to any misconception that they drilled to us

'Cause you still shooing to kill if you kill the shooters

They told us fuck it...

Either way it's what we want so do believe what we on baby

I respond like We just here to pick up on some money 'fore they tell us we gone baby

They respond like Get it how you live and how you live is how to get it to God baby

And I respond like either way you put it this collateral is all off the arm baby