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[Intro: Daylyt] Yeah P, I see you Oh, this s*it feel like- You know that feeling 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 coming to purge It hurt him everytime you splurge All this time spent, the mind sent, the haters envy It make me happy knowing they can never touch me I tackle every goal he made, they think we playing rugby The (??) and 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 bulls*it 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 making His story he making Take it into fact that we was taken Placed inside the trap, tapped with laxatives And we think that we running s*it? Relax and relapse, dope lift up a hunnid clips Some blocks turn haunted, growth stunted Like Barnum and Bailey, hard for the babies Clowning and drowning they surroundings if an opp out Backseat of the police car but never cop out The pole too long to stop doubting, 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it raise If you hear this, keep your head up, praise Go [Interlude: J. Cole] Go Go Yeah Uh [Verse 2: J. Cole] The reign is obsolete Jermaine is out, the beast celebrated Paraded out in the streets for days, if not for weeks For bringing us out the bleakest, burning pit My words is slick,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 shooting 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 doing insane amount of lean This ain’t prescribed ’cause there’s no doc’ for pain they harboring So pray to God, but it’s I, ’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. A PLATE OF COLLARD GREENS lyrics – Daylyt : Get lyrics and music video of this song here on LyricsBull.com