Simple & Plain

Simple and plain, I don't give a fuck
He at the door, well then send him up
I had to tell em, look what I did for us
I want the keys to a Bentley truck

I need it black, and it tinted up
We finna smoke with the windows up
I hit the plug from a different number
I get the pack and then divvy up

I make the portions, and I split it up
I know they mad, they ain't get enough
I got the backwood, and I lit it up
Treat them like Pac when I hit em up

You should've known, the highs and the lows
I'm outta of my mind, I'm outta control
I hit the dash and nigga I'm gone
I got the gas, let's get it in the zone

Nigga your life is lie
All of them bitches are scandalous
I get the pack from the bay
I need a trip to Los Angeles
Ima pull up on some Kannon shit
If you see the lights, ain't a ambulance
Chain on my neck like a amulet
I'm bout my paper like pamphlets

You tried to dance with wolves, and it's dangerous
I took a step and then I got the hang of it
You started switching and I saw the change in him
Ima be chilling with niggas I came in with

Pour up the liquor, I probably was tasting it
I took a shot off the glass like I'm banking it
I put the food on the table like banquets
Niggas be hating but you should be thanking them

Came up, but I'm still climbing
Me and shawty off a pill vibing
Niggas asked if they real diamonds
(Nigga, what?!)

Simple and plain, I don't give a fuck
He at the door, well then send him up
I had to tell em, look what I did for us
I want the keys to a Bentley truck

I need it black, and it tinted up
We finna smoke with the windows up
I hit the plug from a different number, I get the pack and then divvy up

I make the portions, and I split it up
I know they mad, they ain't get enough
I got the backwood, and I lit it up
Treat em like Pac when I hit em up

You should've known, the highs and the lows
I'm outta of my mind, I'm outta control
I hit the dash and nigga I'm gone
I got the gas, let's get it in the zone

Hit the road and do a buck fifty
Shit get slower when the cup hit me
Only keep some real company
What you need? I brought the plug with me

Lil' kid, mom was on some drugs
But she sober now, thanking god above
Brother taught me how to hold a gun
*CLICK* *BANG*
That's a hole in one

On my own, I was all alone
By myself, never folded once

Yeah you know what's up
Iced the chain out
When we rolling up, you gon' know it's us

Mind on the money, heart full of gold
He took a oath as part of the code
You should've
You should've
You should've known

Simple and plain, I don't give a fuck
He at the door, well then send him up
I had to tell em, look what I did for us
I want the keys to a Bentley truck

I need it black, and it tinted up
We finna smoke with the windows up
I hit the plug from a different number
I get the pack and then divvy up

I make the portions, and I split it up
I know they mad, they ain't get enough
I got the backwood, and I lit it up
Treat em like Pac when I hit em up

You should've known, the highs and the lows
I'm outta of my mind, I'm outta control
I hit the dash and nigga I'm gone
I got the gas, let's get it in the zone