Collateral

Two heads banging, one song playing (Yeah) that's a collateral
Saying we fake, saying we made, we Bona Fide baby, we natural
Lying on names, you keeping it plain, no bullshit, keep it factual
I want the stars, you want the dirt, obviously we ain't compatible
I'm losing faith, I'm never ahead of the curve
I'm a man of honor, never go back on word
First and second was taken I'm going for third
Bought all the gifts while my vision was blurred

Stand back, stay back, some of y'all real lucky, bare to witness
(Stand back, stay back)
My shine is shining, writers writing, no doubt we win this
(No doubt we win this)
I hate the water but I'm down to dive, swim with the fishes
I bathe in bitches, rather save my money, bathe in the riches
Back and forth we text each other, I'm not passing up
Say I'm so talented and underrated, please don't gas me up
Need a different vision that's as sharp as the point on the stars on the Michelin
I need a whole movie trailer so people don't fuck with the boy out of Michigan
Two heads just bopping, followed by plenty more millions
Signed for twenty-four million, mamba mentality don't live resilient
Trunk that she packing Brazilian, learning from losses everyday
If I go home and make chicken dinner, I'm a winner winner every way
She feeling lonely come and stay, yeah, yeah it's been a minute
Reach at the bucket, both want a leg, so maybe we should go and split it
Trying to sleep, my brain portraying the lights, all night it's been glistening
Don't be scared of making this money, I'm sick of playing it innocent
Take the swing, batters up, all your bitches isn't bad enough
They worship mine like she Jesus, got 'em all on leashes
Sharpen up, box cutter, slice by like butter
Sort the sports by color, I might go and buy another
I'm the franchise player, know that the wallet benefit the most
You know I'm the shit when I walk in the room
And I'm looking real menacing to the ghosts
Lyrics medicine to folks, made words out of scribbles
All I been doing is staying alive, I'm how Stephen Curry dribbles
It's a warzone, got sore bones, respect the drip in my wardrobe
Promise me freedom from inner demons, you feel what I'm saying like Morse code
Deleted the lyrics, nobody will hear it, It's all in the cloud like the rain is
We not in the same category, I got all of mine, he couldn't obtain his
BFR is breaking records, all I need now is CDs and vinyl
Get over here we burning your spinal, bury the beats, then repeat the cycle
I'm going three for three, ain't nobody starting beef with me
Jaws dropping that's a guarantee, two heads, three heads just rocking on beat

Two heads banging, one song playing (Yeah) that's a collateral
Saying we fake, saying we made, we Bona Fide baby, we natural
Lying on names, you keeping it plain, no bullshit, keep it factual
I want the stars, you want the dirt, obviously we ain't compatible
I'm losing faith, I'm never ahead of the curve
I'm a man of honor, never go back on word
First and second was taken I'm going for third
Bought all the gifts while my vision was blurred