Collateral Damage
[Verse 1: Street Light]
I left church flying faster than my older days
Like a chiropractor is back to work with that cocaine
Fresh man in my red shirt they know I don't play
Opportunities, I never pass I run the whole game
But as I'm speeding up back to my region
I called an assassin to my former master, he pledged his allegiance
Click clacked into his beak hit the gas and I'm leaving
Every single one of them in caskets and since he's asking for beef...

[Verse 2: Lowbudget]
Your eagerness was admired, took you in and made you my squire
And as you became wiser with the knowledge of an insider
Eventually your fire was similar to mine when I rised up
And you devised a disguise to hide your true desire
The size of your eyes is wider than the piece of the pie I sliced up
You rather just pick that knife up
And stab me in the back for my cut
But my empire wasn't comprised of me being a compromiser
That's the last lesson you'll realize before you life's up
[Interlude]

[Verse 3: Street Light]
Off of that freeway, upon hitting the exit
I started addressing every goon that I knew I had messed with
Check it, bring this dude back to me
And after he's in my possession
I'll have a fee that's ready for your collection

[Verse 4: Lowbudget]
Accelerator I'm pressing, harder to reach my desti-nation
Couldn't save 'em from the rage all I caged for attempting
To step beyond my rage with his foolish intention
He'll soon find out that what he's looking forward to
Is the wrong direction

[Verse 5: Street Light]
Yo robbie, what we rockin wit', .45s locked in clips
In boxes wit' rockets and similar objects, semis and auto
Depending on which auto we driving in
N' every ride I'm tightening the suspension and wheel alignment

[Verse 6: Lowbudget]
Co-signment that I provided against the advisement of wise men
The anger is blinding, can't even see past my own eyelids
Silence and violence combine which are demise in my iris
As the barrel spins and the whines a tie that binds us
[Verse 7: Street Light]
I get the call, he's been spotted near Johnson Boulevard
In a tan caddy with the white walls

[Verse 8: Lowbudget]
Can't find this dude at all, is he alive, or did he fall
He probably hiding somewhere cause he ain't got no balls

[Verse 9: Street Light]
My glass tinted, his goon in that Mazda missed it
I'm camping out across the street from where the target sits in
Sendin' shots to his body, I'm not even missing
My precision properly compliments the honesty I've been given
Probably headed for prison, but honestly
I cannot be bothered with these problems that cause me admission