COLLECTIONS Lyrics

At the time of this record I'm in collections

While compiling collections of records

And going in debt for my sessions

Why my phone ringing every five seconds

If I couldn't pay them then why they think now is so different

Turbulence in my credit score

Another loan for a record becoming highly unsure

These banks probably won't fuck with me anymore

Im doing streams and these labels just still ignore

This shit is so frustrating

Niggas get thrown chances and never contain em'

I see em' crack under pressure and begin to start blaming

The people that gave em' deals cause they never repay em'

But me I recoup on projects but not on my lifestyle

I got a fam and crib yearly spending forty thou'

I'll raise a penny just to keep my kids proud

Watching they daddy on tv rapping my shit out loud

My profile could sellout a whole crowd

Yet promoters do shows with people we don't know

Too many bots typing comments under videos

Don't hide them now we already seen those

I need c-notes pesos, fanduel ate my gross

Trying to double cash except I ended up broke

Why this center got no rebounds this shit is a joke

Got me feeling like this whole game is a hoax

Realizing reality don't know what got into me

I see now green is close to white like the flag from Italy

Percent of black billies barely one means clearly

Disparity is not coincidently

See lately the Bronx been deadly and that shit is stressing me

Niggas trying to move where they can raise a family

Hits up everyday I might keep a tech on me

And put such shit aside to just hold the bail fee

I know the streets feel

Job dips, total crash, stocks split

How it spill, niggas grill,

Building stoops, heat concealed

Tragedies, kids killed

Shits real, I need a mill

The newer crib be somewhere listed have the neighbors look at like eww

Man I just need a ticket to hop aboard but too many OG's locksmithing

Trying to sell me the keys instead of use there positions

I ain't paying for no posts to receive recognition

Man listen I'm amputee I can't stand with my hand out

But still if you can't see I chase bank and not clout

I sacrificed time I could've had with my spouse

This passion make it too hard I'm barely aroused