Collection Plates

Dot:

“Nigga we ain”t out here taking shortcuts. It’s all kings, no pawns.”

Verse 1:

Now this what my niggas wanna hear
Me crossing all of the lines
We can go eye for eye till everybody is blind
But I’m here to crack the blinds so all my niggas can shine
Let me take my time

None of the shit that I be seeing feeling elite to me
This summer, niggas signing NDA’s to speak with me
Your number get pulled/pool’d like a uber boy
I fucked the ivy league bitches and I know the shooters boy
It’s all about balance
I’mma need a check wherever I’mma take my talent
Nigga don’t talk to me bout now hashtag challenge
How your pen work, your shit for real?
Call a spade a spade, you bet it all, you going wheels
I mean we talking corner money or we talking mills
You on the gram, I’m in the office with the gram we talking deals
All I see is photos, with record label logos
And they ain’t drop the bag, fuck ya’ll doing free promo
It’s a lot of fake flexing with no return on investment
I show you how to get it from nothing, come to my section
Out of Body parties that’s a flip
Hundred Belaire bottles I’m about to close the list
Lit up in that bitch, we pass’m out like they was gifts
We ain’t crack the surface on how real it’s bout to get
Nigga we ain’t on the fence
Bout nothing, I’m a playmaker
I don’t swing with no intent that’s a haymaker
Nigga I don’t waste time, I don’t waste words
I would never waste mine, why would I waste yours
It’s type weird, everybody now respect the fake
I’m full of sin, put my soul in the collection plate
Amen