[ Featuring Skipp ]
Niggas ain't had no weight, I had to jump up in them skates
I had to roll up out of states, 248 days The first two was 48, I had my first lil 38
I had to tuck that Life's a short lil bitch and you know me
I had to f*ck that Youngin slept with drakes and they would hit
Em in the morning That's a cold world nigga listen to your old
Girl Cause mama know, yeah it's some love inside
The family But it be hard to show, try and plant seeds
Where it's fertile Cause it be hard to grow, we thuggin and
Not livin Could build but don't have the vision
We products of division, through projects and subdivisions
And that shit just be plaguing my mental It could all be so simple
Don't want no piece of the pie, I want the whole amount
And if you don't know it by now, you better know about it
I got some real niggas with me, from that dirty south
Who will walk up to these label doors, kick em in and blow em out
Like it ain't no askin no questions, cause we gettin sick of ya message
Your folk ain't the one who been stressin, because of how it's been affectin
The babies and the adolescents, the young kings they just wanna be the freshest
The young queens they just wanna be some pressure
But it all leads to depression, and that's why we made the Collective
We came for more than a check bitch, no care about no fame or no necklace
No lames, maintain integrity, one day you gon see it in text bitch
I came to sign my name on the front not the back of these checks bitch
I came to sign my name on the front not the back of these checks bitch
