Collard Greens Illmac & Goldini Bagwell

[Intro: Goldini Bagwell]
Uh
Summer, Winter, Fall, Spring
It's a blue-collar hustle for the white-collar dream
But what it all mean when I fall in between
Tryna be the collar and collard green

[Verse 1: Goldini Bagwell]
We go ham if it's all beef
But we'll call it a balanced meal if we eat all free
I can't reinvent the wheel, model T, it's all G
Tryna squeeze the oil out an olive shouldn't take all of my strength
Crawlers on my lawn, zombies on the TV
And debt collectors all on my caller ID
I'm hung up
Yea, I'm hung out to dry in the same wind that I'm cautioning
And once those cotton strings snap, I'm falling free
Only to hit every limb in the tallest tree
Yea, started at the top, then dropped down just to see
What it's like to bottom feed
No pause from me
When "no take-backs" is the policy
In conflict with common sense and tryna be Constantine
Or whatever constitutes great
Just don't convolute fate with faith
Or "let's go" with "follow me"