Collateral

Yeah, Boss Mane Blizzy
Yeah, All Fades
Sace killed this one

That shit sound crazy

I know where to find you that Hannah Montana
The load got me looking like Santa
Free all my youngins that's stuck in that jam for that blammer
One thing bout these hoes they gon chatter
Haters talk shit but it really don't matter
Just turn up the savage and show them who badder
I need a bitch who don't trip over little shit
We could both stack it up tall like a ladder

I'm in the trenches where I feel the safest
All these blue hundreds I'm thumbing through racist
I learned the game where there's no graduations
Your face on the news now you're finally famous
They can't even afford no collateral
Goofy's tripping they high off the adderall
I'm from the App but I fuck with the capitol
Good in these streets I'm locked in on the avenues

Yeah
I learned the game from these streets not a manual
I'm a grown man not a boy
My nails ain't painted
No I'm not from Baton Rouge
We stay with straps yeah we move around tactical
Really got muscle just like a Grand National
You ain't a factor you just got some fans
That don't mean you would last around here
Stay in that mansion fool
I'm not a goofy so I can't relate with them
Tryna dodge these suckers
These hoes going on dates with them
I'm an OG I got morals and principals
I'm a real solid stand up individual
I don't be dissing the dead and I ain't scared to box
But trust me I carry that Glock
21 savages with me but not like the rapper
No he really spinning the block
I was in Inglewood riding with Kev don't remember the date
But I know it was hot
Miss hanging out everyday with the guys on the block
We got high on our way back to Watts
I was tryna figure out thinking bout what's the whole purpose of life
Why I even exist
Till I got motion remember being broke when I say to myself I know it can't be this

I know where to find you that Hannah Montana
The load got me looking like Santa
Free all my youngins that's stuck in that jam for that blammer
One thing bout these hoes they gon chatter
Haters talk shit but it really don't matter
Just turn up the savage and show them who badder
I need a bitch who don't trip over little shit
We could both stack it up tall like a ladder

I'm in the trenches where I feel the safest
All these blue hundreds I'm thumbing through racist
I learned the game where there's no graduations
Your face on the news now you're finally famous
They can't even afford no collateral
Goofy's tripping they high off the adderall
I'm from the App but I fuck with the capitol
Good in these streets I'm locked in on the avenues



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Writer(s): Justin Chanski
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