Evin Knots - Collar Green Lyrics

And you can do the math, what it take to get ya bag
Making sure you get ya dollar and dream
Whatever you require just to get what you desire
More fire means the hotter the steam
You gotta follow through the plan
Know exactly where you stand
These conditions really not as they seem
You better grab a pot and pan
Keep cooking while you can
And don't stop until you collar that green

Look
Let me break this down, enlightenment
We party, you not invited
Yeah fasho you was excited, my bad
I don't mean to sound improper 
But patna gon' fix ya posture
I can see you an imposter, it's sad 
I guess I'm looking like a fool, huh, to you, huh
Yeah I can tell you new, so I'ma give you a pass
I hate having to repeat it but the average nigga need it 
So reluctantly I do, now I'm mad
Whatever the cost, it's never a loss
Forever a boss
The dirt on my shoulder I see it I'm dustin' it off
Was fuckin' her raw, no taking it back, it got me a son
I love him to death, I hate her to death, forget I'm done
Look
Man what you know about excursions and chases
Where you pop and swerve from the block but circle back for the casings
In that Acura, $20k up in the back go exchange it
And flip a business, God the witness
These are accurate statements, for real

And you can do the math, what it take to get ya bag
Making sure you get ya dollar and dream
Whatever you require just to get what you desire
More fire means the hotter the steam
You gotta follow through the plan
Know exactly where you stand
These conditions really not as they seem
You better grab a pot and pan
Keep cooking while you can
And don't stop until you collar that green

Apply that static like we back in the attic
Recording and pouring the liquor we were drastic with habits
According to you and your momma I'm an actual savage
Proportions just wasn't even so I had to rebalance
Of course
Whatever's good for me is good for me
Whatever's good for you, well good for you
Now grow the fuck up
I'm just saying, open these wounds and you'll get sewed the fuck up
And don't ever text me "or what", shorty you know the fuck what
I don't cap, I Rosa Parks and take it back to the back
And that's back in the day when the way we handled beef was with radish
And the act of radical practice comes with madness and matches
And every time you set the table you see actual cabbage 
But look
What you know about them nights when you heard of
One of the homies getting jumped but you ain't quite thinking murder
Yo we sliding, plus shorty wylin' I don't quite think I heard her
But if the chick thinking its sweet then I'll politely dessert her, for real

And you can do the math, what it take to get ya bag
Making sure you get ya dollar and dream
Whatever you require just to get what you desire
More fire means the hotter the steam
You gotta follow through the plan
Know exactly where you stand
These conditions really not as they seem
You better grab a pot and pan
Keep cooking while you can
And don't stop until you collar that green