Colette

[Produced by Lord Rome]

[Verse 1: Kirk Collins]
I'm like a fly Kanye West, buy any means necessary
All I ever asked
Was you keep it real
I was ill enough to get it, before I signed a deal
If you ever hear this song, its one of my ribs
All I ever asked
Was you keep it real
You can sing it how you want
I know how it is
If you ever hear this song, put one in the air
Just say no to drugs, thats what daddy say
She say no to love, she ain't what you want!
She said her sauce, "Colette," mixed with Evisu jeans
She got collegiate swag, and some confetti dreams
I was trying to put my hood on to better things
I know this your shot, you should do your thing
I know how you feel
You can sing what you want
I know how it is
If you wanna be me, then you should feel it all
And you should tell the truth
All I ever asked
Was you keep it real
I studied the game
I avoided the fame
I grew numb to the hunger
And enjoyed the pain
I'm telling the truth, I sacrificed my youth
I was thinking like a man at 13
And, you still see a child, in these diamonds rings
Good job to my Kings & my Queens
And curse the motherfuckers that would scream at your dreams

[Chrous: Kirk Collins]
I been rockin' orange camo in the nighttime
I been outcasted, on both sides
This the tale of two cities, where they both mine

[Verse 2: Kirk Collins]
Tell Cole & Nas, that they could both Sean
Tell Kirk & Malll, they supposed to be cool
This is real life shit, fuck high school
This is real music nigga, fuck your lean cup
And if you pouring up, you ain't trying to be us
Slave mind niggas rap trying to beat us
But with them shackles on your spirit, you can't keep up
I was young & taking pictures next to jeep trucks
When I should've told my family that I need love
When I should've called my pops and been the bigger man
All the money, but ain't never touch my nieces hands
Why you trying to hold me back if we the same name?
How you supposed to hold me down if you don't see the plan?
You can sing what you want
I know how it is
All I ever asked
Was you keep it real
If you ever hear this song, this one for my heir

[Bridge: Kirk Collins]
I can't breathe until your hands up in the air

I can't breathe until your hands up in the air

I can't breathe until your hands up in the air

I can't breathe- I can't breathe-no

~Gasp-!

[Verse 3: Kirk Collins]
I can't turn my back to a mirror of me
And
I know this your shot, you should do your thing
We like twin flames, baby what it do!
You wanna be me? I wanna be you!
We be too attached
When you in my life, you my sunshine
When I'm not around
I can't turn my back to a mirror of me
And
You just run around!
I can't hold you down, 'till i know myself
You my rock in the air, you my millionaire
I know how you feel, when I hear my pulse
We like twins baby, you know what we do
She wanna be me, I wanna be you

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