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A Plate of Collard Greens

Daylyt, J. Cole
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[00:01.30] Yeah

[00:05.67] P, I see you

[00:11.63] Oh, this shit feel like-

[00:16.30] You know that feelin' when-?

[00:21.47] Yeah

[00:24.39] Just pray for me on the third

[00:27.31] It's a body chopped in thirds, I heard

[00:29.71] A lot of sheep in the circle

[00:31.04] And you the goat, the Judas comin' to purge

[00:33.43] It hurt him everytime you splurge

[00:35.82] All this time spent, the mind sent, the haters envy

[00:38.74] It make me happy knowin' they can never touch me

[00:41.25] I tackle every goal he made, they think we playin' rugby

[00:44.70] The rug be in the Ghost look like a floor at the haunted house

[00:47.88] Six hunnid thousand on two hunnid acres, I know it hurt 'em bad

[00:51.61] Paparazzi peek, we close the curtains

[00:53.47] I know it hurt 'em, mad

[00:54.53] Yeah, this like a verse that the pastor gave from the pulpit

[00:58.51] They matador me but I ain't here for the bullshit

[01:01.70] Never stress who they gon' bless today

[01:03.89] I knew I'd get a mil', I came from Section 8, ain't stressed a plate, yeah

[01:07.34] The rest is greatness, it's history in the makin'

[01:11.62] His story he makin'

[01:12.93] Take into fact that we was taken

[01:15.06] Placed inside the trap, tapped with laxatives and we think that we runnin' shit?

[01:18.51] Relax and relapse, dope lift up a hunnid clips

[01:21.97] Some blocks turn haunted, growth stunted

[01:23.83] Like Barnum and Bailey, hard for the babies

[01:25.96] Clownin' and drownin' they surroundings if an opp out

[01:28.76] Backseat of the police car but never cop out

[01:30.89] The pole too long to stop doubtin', for better days

[01:33.29] The sun bright out, children, let it raise

[01:36.21] If you hear this, keep your head up, praise, go

[01:41.35] Go

[01:43.74] Go

[01:47.46] Yeah

[01:50.65] Uh

[01:51.72] The reign is obsolete, Jermaine is out, the beast

[01:54.63] Celebrated, paraded out in the streets for days, if not for weeks

[01:57.55] For bringing us out the bleakest, burning pit

[01:59.15] My words is slick, when it's my turn to kick

[02:01.27] I apply pressure like I'm trained to stop a leak

[02:03.66] How vain is my belief?

[02:05.26] To say that I could be the greatest y'all done seen

[02:07.38] With my cadence proper, from days I laid across the street

[02:10.03] From these Caucasian neighbors, new kids I stayed around are green

[02:13.22] And not as mean as my homies that played on project swings

[02:15.88] What fate has not foreseen

[02:17.74] My brain stained, engrained with the stories of slain bodies from heinous robberies

[02:22.26] And rated R regimes, exchanging raw for cream

[02:25.19] Tricked 'em and went left, they pull up shootin' like Tatum off a screen

[02:28.37] The bills is due, as kids we knew the way the calls would ring

[02:31.56] Since mom ain't paid 'em off, we trained to watch the names across the screen

[02:34.47] And let collections pass just like we failed to make an offering

[02:37.66] Gotta channel thoughts 'cause damn, the cable off, it seems

[02:40.84] Deep down, I hated Halloween, with all that I have seen

[02:44.04] Who needs another way to cause a scream?

[02:45.89] Dangerous as the king of pop, how well they spin your block

[02:48.82] No moves, minimal, smooth criminals

[02:50.68] The whole gang doin' insane amount of lean

[02:53.06] This ain't prescribed 'cause there's no doc' for pain they harboring

[02:55.99] Some pray to God, but it's odd, 'cause Satan's catered all their dreams

[02:59.18] Spiritually malnourished, dehydrated, now they feign

[03:02.36] For truth in these flows, food for they souls, to make it all serene, uh

[03:07.41] Well, here's a plate of collard greens, uh, yeah