Daylyt - A PLATE OF COLLARD GREENS (feat. J. Cole) lyrics

[Intro, Daylyt]
Yeah
P, I see you
Oh, this shit feel like
You know that feelin' when?
Yeah!

[Verse 1, Daylyt]
Just pray for me on the third
It's a body chopped in thirds, I heard
A lot of sheep in the circle
And you the goat
The Judas comin' to purge

It hurt him everytime you splurge
All this time spent
The mind sent, the haters envy
It make me happy knowin'
They can never touch me
I tackle every goal he made
They think we playin' rugby



The rug be in the Ghost
Look like a floor
At the haunted house
Six hunnid thousand
On two hunnid acres
I know it hurt 'em bad
Paparazzi peek
We close the curtains
I know it hurt 'em, mad

Yeah
This like a verse that
The pastor gave from the pulpit
They matador me
But I ain't here for the bullshit

Never stress
Who they gon' bless today
I knew I'd get a mil'
I came from Section 8
Ain't stressed a plate
Yeah

The rest is greatness
It's history in the makin'
His story he makin'
Take it into fact that we was taken
Placed inside the trap
Tapped with laxatives
And we think that we runnin' shit?

Relax and relapse
Dope lift up a hunnid clips
Some blocks turn haunted
Growth stunted
Like Barnum and Bailey
Hard for the babies
Clownin' and drownin'
They surroundings if an opp out
Backseat of the police
Car but never cop out

The pole too long
To stop doubtin'
For better days
The sun bright out
Children, let it raise
If you hear this
Keep your head up, praise

Go

[Interlude, J. Cole]
Go
Go
Yeah
Uh

[Verse 2, J. Cole]
The reign is obsolete
Jermaine is out, the beast
Celebrated, paraded out
In the streets for days, if not for weeks
For bringing us out
The bleakest, burning pit
My words is slick
When it's my turn to kick
I apply pressure like
I'm trained to stop a leak

How vain is my belief?
To say that I could be
The greatest y'all done seen
With my cadence proper
From days I laid across the street
From these Caucasian neighbors
New kids I stayed around
I'd green and not as mean
As my homies that played
On project swings

What fate has not foreseen
My brain stained, engrained
With the stories of slain bodies
From heinous robberies

And rated R regimes
Exchanging raw for cream
Tricked 'em and went left
They pull up shootin' like
Tatum off a screen

The bills is due, as kids
We knew the way the calls would ring
Since mom ain't paid 'em off
We trained to watch the names
Across the screen

And let collections pass just
Like we failed to make an offering
Gotta channel thoughts 'cause damn
The cable off, it seems

Deep down, I hated Halloween
With all that I have seen
Who needs another way
To cause a scream?

Dangerous as the king of pop
How well they spin your block
No moves, minimal, smooth criminals
The whole gang doin' insane amount of lean

This ain't prescribed 'cause
There's no doc' for pain they harboring
Some pray to God, but it's odd
'cause Satan's catered all their dreams

Spiritually malnourished
Dehydrated, now they feign
For truth in these flows
Food for they souls
To make it all serene
Uh

Well
Here's a plate of collard greens
Uh
Yeah