Blue Collar - Guilty Simpson, eLZhi

I’m a blue collar rama

And I’m on a body armor

Rode me down pull me now like a dally lama

From the city where the chopper is the party stopper

Over before it started coldhearted started

Starving from half a mill fuck gold artiste

What these fuckers eat sole garbage

Your man fell off i guess he had his carma

Keep your comments in something you not apart of

Stop dropping road flows road arsense

Terror is my error no margins

You blood splatter decorate apartments

They trying to figure where your parts went dark

That chrome make them run home like what you hear to partfence

A had a heart since knee high running in levis

Singing he ya yo oh macdonald

Got your bitch drinking in comeless caddle

And enough skills to deep throat the whole bottle

I’m so not your everyday AVG alo hollas

Flip over your atv It’s long they will never see

I know what you need to destroy on the hpb

And squad go apb

I make them strip in them red shirts

Put your face on it, it takes moments

You don’t have to wait on it i put in word too

I want same bonus and if It’s not same on us

Same notice I’m not a lane we don’t have highs

Game of Gods of most giants

Stonehenge is diamond is my abdominal game

I like swallowing pain ingest destruction while

I wobble the plane

And he’s serving his time for murdery lines

Make way i don’t play the popular game oh fuck

I guess it makes no sense that I’m further convincing you

My pin hold down an upper peninsula

Life for a king i put a person on

If hiphop is dead then i don’t think the success is real

Shout out to Bill living on the hill

Because I’m driven haters want to find the kill switch

They trying to stop me but your text is sloppy

To the freaks in the bed calling me papi

How do you want it the intellect is fatigue is dead

Thats a no no like sneaking a spread

Low low while you speaking to the feds

With photos that’s where you got a sold album

To weaken your thread and more flows from the fountains

By force and know you off the high horse you on

Fuck a motivator ain’t nobody greater

Inside the equator for now and later

From digital to beta when i cater

I serve you like a waiter with subpoena papers

Put the pin game down constant

Fucking with me using insane clown posse

The one with the juggalo chicks drop them clothes

And hop all over my dick like where the rubber go

Damn yo you don’t want it fair though

Going in and going off like ammo

You better don’t have a cam though

It will never happen I was made with this gift of rapping

I got you for ever trapped in

I am made all i do is write rhymes

Get high and blaze Ryan Hayes

And age to my dying days while i lay in J’s

For L’s i get the sky praised