Ain't No Plan B (Outro) [feat. Cuba Dollaz]
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Now
The first time I heard this young man
(Aye, Aye)
Coming out of Northside Queens
Named Cuba Dollaz
(Yo, I- I really)
I-I-I-I-I
(I been waiting my whole life for this shit, type-, type shit)
It was something special, man
You had to be there, you know?
(All Das mother fucking Lef, nigga)
I said "Yeah, this a legend in the making"
(Til the death, nigga)
(Aye)
This for them days that I'll be reminiscing (Facto)
On them days I said I'd make it but nobody listened (Yeah)
Stay killing shit, but I ain't shooting like I'm Scotty Pippen
I spit a bar, you check the scene, it's one less body living
I'm highly different, nigga
This for my pops and my mother, I'll get you that Mercedes (Skrr)
This for my homies too, this for that bitch that played me (Fuck that hoe)
This for them fake ass mother fuckers, I see through you niggas
I peep how funny niggas move and now it's "Who you niggas?"
Hold up, I am too sick, I need a coughing drop (Okay)
I be spitting dope, like that shit that make you cough a lot
Make the bread in silence, I don't talk a lot (Nah)
Cuba Dollaz, young nigga, I be so unorthodox (Different nigga)
If it ain't bout the money, then tell me why I'm here for (Why?)
Always wanted to get flyer than what's at the airport (That's facts)
Thinking bout coppin' one of them porches with no rear doors (Uhuh)
I play you niggas tracks and turn it off, don't wanna hear more (Damn)
And I'm just speaking facts
I just spend my time recording tracks
And I ain't stopping til a nigga see more than a hunnid stacks
Queens where you find me at
New York, that's my city
Tryna touch this, nigga where's your sense no 50
Like, boy, really
I been the young nigga with the bars
Who aint had shit to talk about but money and the cars (Aye)
Cause he ain't never sold crack
Ain't ever shot a nigga
But don't take him for no pussy
They ain't never stopped the nigga (They ain't ever stopped shit)
Street smart and book smart
I'm lazy for that school shit, though
Too busy thinking bout my mixtape, was never stupid, though
I get complicated, call that Rubix flow
Stay spitting more than a nigga with a stupid cold
Yeah
Said ain't no fucking plan B
It's been a long time coming, my nigga
Aye, said ain't no fucking plan B
Said ain't no fucking plan b
Aye
All Das Lef
All Das mother fuckin' Lef
11.57 on your FM Dial
Just a reminder!
If All Das Lef is not on your radio, your radio ain't really on
Now
The first time I heard this young man
(Aye, Aye)
Coming out of Northside Queens
Named Cuba Dollaz
(Yo, I- I really)
I-I-I-I-I
(I been waiting my whole life for this shit, type-, type shit)
It was something special, man
You had to be there, you know?
(All Das mother fucking Lef, nigga)
I said "Yeah, this a legend in the making"
(Til the death, nigga)
(Aye)
This for them days that I'll be reminiscing (Facto)
On them days I said I'd make it but nobody listened (Yeah)
Stay killing shit, but I ain't shooting like I'm Scotty Pippen
I spit a bar, you check the scene, it's one less body living
I'm highly different, nigga
This for my pops and my mother, I'll get you that Mercedes (Skrr)
This for my homies too, this for that bitch that played me (Fuck that hoe)
This for them fake ass mother fuckers, I see through you niggas
I peep how funny niggas move and now it's "Who you niggas?"
Hold up, I am too sick, I need a coughing drop (Okay)
I be spitting dope, like that shit that make you cough a lot
Make the bread in silence, I don't talk a lot (Nah)
Cuba Dollaz, young nigga, I be so unorthodox (Different nigga)
If it ain't bout the money, then tell me why I'm here for (Why?)
Always wanted to get flyer than what's at the airport (That's facts)
Thinking bout coppin' one of them porches with no rear doors (Uhuh)
I play you niggas tracks and turn it off, don't wanna hear more (Damn)
And I'm just speaking facts
I just spend my time recording tracks
And I ain't stopping til a nigga see more than a hunnid stacks
Queens where you find me at
New York, that's my city
Tryna touch this, nigga where's your sense no 50
Like, boy, really
I been the young nigga with the bars
Who aint had shit to talk about but money and the cars (Aye)
Cause he ain't never sold crack
Ain't ever shot a nigga
But don't take him for no pussy
They ain't never stopped the nigga (They ain't ever stopped shit)
Street smart and book smart
I'm lazy for that school shit, though
Too busy thinking bout my mixtape, was never stupid, though
I get complicated, call that Rubix flow
Stay spitting more than a nigga with a stupid cold
Yeah
Said ain't no fucking plan B
It's been a long time coming, my nigga
Aye, said ain't no fucking plan B
Said ain't no fucking plan b
Aye
All Das Lef
All Das mother fuckin' Lef
Credits
Writer(s): Ivan Scringer
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