Plain N Simple

Bitch I don't fold, nah, always stay Ice Cold
Keep my head up, feet down, never sell my soul

In the land of the Lala, chillin wit Gino hittin' that Zaza
Wit the muthafuckin' Raza
Huh, you ain't in my clasa like Pun
I take yo hun to my muthafuckin casa
Caso cerrado, closed case
Even if I rap fast, I take a slow pace
No way you can fuck wit me
Come up to me wrong, you feel a fist to yo face
Gino always bangin that Juice
Waving the white flag, they callin a truce
They don't want the smoke, Elbows poke
My bitch bring in money that's the horoscope
Rockin Locs like the godfather, E
Ya girl in my studio cuz you don't bother me
Brother please
Don't talk to me bout rap if you never heard Fat Pat Ghetto Dreams
That's the thing
I walk on the moon like MJ, Billie Jean
I said many things, but I mean what I said
Plata o plomo, that means silver or lead

I remember when I was younger, I wanted some friends
They told me I couldn't hang wit them
Now I'm making they sister bust down
So, to hell wit them, ha
Man I'm straight chillin, never clownin'
I rep the South like Wu rep Shaolin
I rep the Mex, ballin like Nets
No malace, Ron Artest
I speak the truth, but still
I like to keep to myself
Plain and simple, build me a temple
So I can stash all the beats in the shelf
Hidden away, bitch I don't play
But I'm livin like Mike from GTA
Still though, nothing's for forever
What's yo endeavor, what keeps you motivated
The people that love it, the people that hate it
Or when the money start payin, ugh
What is the factor behind yo emotions
Make you sip wok to turn to slow motion
Make you live fast, you not taught the true past
So the future you see, is of wrong the path
And full of lies
But who am I
To say all these things
It's my third eye

Plain and simple on the Lex instrumental
Delux Lexus not a rental
I'm monumental like a coliseum
They got to put my flow in a museum

Drinkin more syrup than the average
Drinkin more syrup, you mad it's
Nice drinkin more syrup than you can imagine
I'm barely happening, you's a has been
Chillin wit Gino, we workin
In the backstreets hustlin and lurkin
In the Grand Marquis, got the bitch twerkin
I can't see straight, but I'm still not swervin
I'm servin these muthafuckas like a dish, ugh
I'm a star, when you see me, make a wish
White dude had the camarada in the abyss
Told him boy you know we don't got to live like this

You can live how you want to
Even white boys rockin under armor, sellin weak marijuana
Trying to be something they ain't
Stay true to yourself, that's how you make bank
In this world, that's how you get along
Snakes turn long, trying to do you wrong
But you got to stay strong, take a stand on your own
Most of all, listen to yourself, don't listen to the dot com
No need to explain, you can figure it out
When you start to question what these fools really about
A curious cat can turn into a serious rat
Keep yo eyes on the map cuz life is a trap