[Verse 1: Kollateral]

Planes with runways, streets with subways

Running through the city getaway from the gunplay

Rap on sundays, clap i'm unpaid

Saying every minute ima make it out one day

Tick-tock, then kick rocks my mind felt

Tip top, it's Chris Rock in Seinfeld

Pitstop, a wristwatch the time tells

Hip-hop and flip flops to rhyme well

Really need to get up and spit it until the minute i'm skippin Into the digits and finishing with the spinach

Spinning every inning, i'm minimizing the Guiness

Pinning it to win it, No Limit all in my image

Automatic medical, rhyming up ona pedestal

Peddle through the pebbles, I met'em all ata festival

Hitt'em quick with the kick like Falco

I'm just trying to get some head like Al Snow

[Verse 2: Kollateral]

Rose from the rubble a bubble inside the ashes

Know when to double a couple right where the cash is

My father idolized Cassius

Wanna be great, wanna finalized classic

Time wasting, climb out the basement, tryna find placement, Sign to Roc Nation

I'm patient, diamond size bracelet, rhyme without payment, Mind might erase it

Wokeup in Nevada thought I had another dream

All up out of data witha mother on the screen

Covering the scene, with another in between

Hover right above her, had her kickin like Green (God Damn)

Hit'em with the spread submission

Recognition for the repetition

Definition of a demolition

Red edition like Edge & Christian