COLLECTION PLATES

[Intro: Boldy James] One time for the one time Ayy, check [Verse 1: Boldy James] Me and Ran' both did what we had to do to feed the fam Ask my cousin Peanut, did I come up off that Peter Pan? Don't eat no dinner on that dish before you bleach it Fell asleep durin' church, I never listened to the preacher They say music saved my life, maybe, really a believer Hood flicked me with the work but I had hid it in the speaker Think I'm headed back to jail every time I tap a beat Gettin' better at performin', standin' at the kitchen sink If you standin' on B-I and really have it, we should link If you woke up broke this mornin', shouldn't have never went to sleep Can't get mad, can see a CI, he was never in the street Bust Presi' on my wrist look like I'm finna get impeached Reason I teach, always taught to practice what I preach If you feed a sucker, he just grow to be a bigger leech Niggas ain't cut, they only tough when they a million deep If me and bro shoot him at the same time, is that a jinx? What else? [Chorus: Ransom] We gon' disrespect your election date Two bands worth of singles in the collection plate My team tight, but we rather catch a pass than to catch a case Damn, respect your rations and bless your plates Our Father, please bless this food and whatever else at stake Shaheem's in the box when he could've made it at welterweight Rest in peace to niggas you felt was great but then fell from grace Two bands wrapped in rubber bands in collection plates [Verse 2: Ransom] Me and Boldy in a Suburban thumbin' three hundred grand Nic' conjurin' them demons, this beat done summoned the Son of Sam My tester said it's pure when it froze his gums and then numbed his hands Granny said, "What you don't overcome, you won't understand" Now I'm ridin' filthy, a loaded gun and a hundred grams Got pulled over, nerves so jumpy that I got stomach cramps Fifty bundles with our names on 'em and every one is stamped At least ten years if them pigs decided to run this van I guess it wasn't meant for us Young niggas wild, brave, and adventurous Seventeen hour drives in a rented truck Take it back to U-Haul, dent it up, weed scented up Several bottles and empty cups, just tipped 'em twenty bucks Duffel Bag and Bo Jackson Run over niggas who ain't got no traction Touch down in your city, we dope taxin' Free lunches in Section 8 Pray over scales in hopes that we bless the weight Blood money in the church's collection plate [Chorus: Ransom] We gon' disrespect your election date Two bands worth of singles in the collection plate My team tight, but we rather catch a pass than to catch a case Damn, respect your rations and bless your plates Our Father, please bless this food and whatever else at stake Shaheem's in the box when he could've made it at welterweight Rest in peace to niggas you felt was great but then fell from grace Two bands wrapped in rubber bands in collection plates [Verse 3: Young Chris] Call it chef debate, Raekwon with The Purple Tape Have 'em raisin' the murder rate while I'm chillin' in Turks and Caic's Flushed away before they rush the plays Before I fall, don't tell 'em, don't fuck the states Just give me another case, never told Nobody incarcerated, never dropped a statement, still on the pavement Gotta hustle to make these payments Life on the line while I'm duckin' these agents Tryna survive off minimum wages, nigga My best friend with them rednecks and them racists Got twenty-one in them cages, nigga Faith be with us, God, my momma fightin' cancer Father, I don't have the answer Pissin' out methazine from the Phantom Me and my hammer, cannon between, we doin' 'em dirty, country grammar Afghani', bringin' the smoke down that chimney, come see Santa Got a bitch that come from Atlanta, bringin' the grams, I cook her like nana Stamp that pot with Boldy and Ransom Add some Gunna, we got us an anthem, motherfuckers [Interlude: Ransom] Yeah, damn Gunna I know they gon' feel this shit here, that's facts [Chorus: Ransom] We gon' disrespect your election date Two bands worth of singles in the collection plate My team tight, but we rather catch a pass than to catch a case Damn, respect your rations and bless your plates Our Father, please bless this food and whatever else at stake Shaheem's in the box when he could've made it at welterweight Rest in peace to niggas you felt was great but then fell from grace Two bands wrapped in rubber bands in collection plates