Collateral — Ransom: letras e videoclipes das músicas e shows

Collateral

351Hip-Hop2021

Informações da música

Collateral foi lançado em 5 de abril de 2021 por Momentum Entertainment, LLC como parte do álbum Crime Scenes

ÁlbumCrime Scenes

5 de abril de 2021

SeloMomentum Entertainment, LLC

IdiomaEnglish

BPM83

Melodicidade

Acusticidade

Valence

Dançabilidade

Energia

RESUMO

LETRA

Vídeo da música

Vídeo da música

Letra

Let me take y'all on a little tour real quick

Walk with me

You see that stove there? That's where I would get it on

The same stove my mom was cookin' Thanksgiving dinner on

The same oven that when the heat was off, that shit was on

When the burners ain't work, we lit

A tissue to click it on (Real shit)

What you know about havin' shootouts with six troopers?

Tried to search the vehicle, had a brick and some bitch Uber (Uh-huh)

**** singin', but I kept somethin' heavy to lift Luther

Beat the case, a couple lawyers, two jewels like Smith-Schuster (Woo)

I'm not your homie, I don't know y'all

Don't wanna hear your stories 'bout your plug duckin' the coast guard

My shooters on the bench, just pray to God that they don't start

"Ren, you should be a actor", I was in front the parole board

Now I'm Maudie from Ozark, obtainin' wealth (Wealth)

I used to piss on the floor when they was raidin' cells (Fuck 'em)

My brother was worse than me 'cause he was raised in jail (Hard)

Mama gave birth to demons, now she raisin' hell

Know you feel the pain as well, weight is off, blame the scale (Yeah)

Got **** rollin' in deep, but nah, this ain't Adele

Stay the course, plain as braille, fade

Of heart, save your tales (Let's go)

I brought the SIG on stage like I was Dave Chappelle (Blah)

And I aim it well, they ain't have to live this grind (Nah)

We used to fight at the table when it was dinner time

Now my drink gotta twist a lime, who you **** foolin'? (Who?)

'Cause we ain't got a bit of time

You didn't run with us, but now you here at the finish line

I told **** I would get a brick, then went and got a brick

I told **** I would get a brick and went in and got it

I told **** I would get it lit, then I got it lit

I told you I would get it lit

I told **** I was gonna get the big body

Then I swerved up in the big body (Big body)

I told my shooter if we miss 'em, we gon'

Spin around again (Brrt, baow, baow)

Wow

When the money low, the pressure of the blood high (Woo)

I used to want the white Mercedes Bug-Eye (I did)

Got it out the mud, made the doves fly (Brr)

Ain't no pain like when the plug die (Woo)

Big homie told me, "Don't you let 'em owe you one dime" (Never)

Usain Bolt it, my ****, run mine (Sprint it to me)

You know we get busy in the sunshine

You know I'm sendin' MF DOOM to do the gunfire (Brrah)

Untied it, the bricks came gift-wrapped

Of course I hit it with the wip-wap, the footprint packed

This that made it happen where nobody ever made it happen at

They lightin' candles where they caught 'em lackin' at

Back when we was rockin' Avirexes with the jacket patch

Had it stuffed in the mattress, flip it like a acrobat

On the second floor, water whippin' Cracker Jack

Brought the glass down to they ass like the Shaq Attack (Woo)

I told **** I would get a brick, then went and got a brick

I told **** I would get a brick and went in and got it

I told **** I would get it lit, then I got it lit

I told you I would get it lit

I told **** I was gonna get the big body

Then I swerved up in the big body (Big body)

I told my shooter if we miss 'em, we gon'

Spin around again (Brrt, baow, baow)

Yo, yo, I was young, fresh as hell

I would fiend over sex and nails, **** catchin' shells

From guns heavy as kettlebells

I rose to the risk from a ghetto where you expect to fail

Goals to get rich but move so low they could never tell

Was fear comin' up, this for them times we cried tears, wasn't love

They watched us starve but wouldn't share with none of us (Yeah)

Bossed up and made it hard for them to hear from one of us

So hard that these **** couldn't even ear hustle us (Woo)

I get hate from the ones who ain't

Put the work in, so now they mad at me

My wins ain't addin' up to these ****, it's simple math to me

What separates the boss from the workers is they salary

What separates the winners from losers is they strategy (Facts)

It's feelin' like the new Jim Crow

They put a man in the system, take all

His rights, then refuse his vote (Come on)

Them teachers had y'all sleep

Take your money, buy the block back and turn that

Bitch to the new black Wall Street (Motherfucker)

I told **** I would get a brick, then went and got a brick

I told **** I would get a brick and went in and got it

I told **** I would get it lit, then I got it lit

I told you I would get it lit

I told **** I was gonna get the big body

Then I swerved up in the big body (Big body)

I told my shooter if we miss 'em, we gon'

Spin around again (Brrt, baow, baow)

I told **** I would get a brick, then went and got a brick

I told **** I would get a brick and went in and got it

I told **** I would get it lit, then I got it lit

I told you I would get it lit

I told **** I was gonna get the big body

Then I swerved up in the big body (Big body)

I told my shooter if we miss 'em, we gon'

Spin around again (Brrt, baow, baow)

Written by: Randy Nicholls

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