My Plan

See I got a plan
I gotta get me some bands
Then ima execute
Four twelves in da trunk
It sound like a band when I pull up next to you
I'm da teacher
They don't pay you no attention
You like da substitute
My young niggas wit it
They gone pull up wit extensions
Naw they ain't doing no missing
Just play yo position
One thing about it when you in da field just stay out yo feelings
You chasing these hoes
I'm chasing these millions
You shopping for clothes
I'm shopping for buildings
I am the don and you just pretending
Really use to pull them kick doors
Trackin no slacking wit da elbows
On both sides of the railroad
Catch a few plays at Valero
Corleone quiero dinero
You talk about the hood, I'm there though
Nigga don't come there
Yeen even from there
Don't mind me I'm just poppin my shit
Say my prayers then I pop in the clip
I pray I ain't gotta use it
Boy ain't no cap in my music
I used to post at the store
To get off my dope
Ain't tryna do that shit no mo
Don't need no run in with them folks
Just need the backend off a show
Yea we got racks on racks
Rollin up back to back
I used to sell that crack
I'm never going back
I done been to jail, don't plan on going back
I'm on a mission, my kids need a million
I can't let up gone make sure that you feel me
Count up the money then turn up the building
They done fucked up
A1 got a plug
Boy you get finessed
You know you a pluck
Do what I want, still don't give a fuck
Don't think we ain't strapped
We got it on tuck
They trigger fingers itching, light yo ass up
A1 ain't promoting no violence
Just telling you I ain't wit that nonsense nigga



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Simmons Jr.
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