The Plan

My plan is to find beats that i will kill
What i see the rest lack is the skill
Stop acting like you're that big of a deal
When we hear your music we dont know how to feel
I won't brag about it unless i make a mill
Your best option is that my style is the one you'll steal
I will be crystal clear, so listen here's the deal
If you compare what we write
You'll know that i'm who's real
(Ayo Mike Parda, kjør meg opp)

JohnFK i went and did it again
I just finished having lunch with my two best friends
You might've heard of them
They're actually called paper and pen
They're my loyal two companions
Who gon stay til the end
I just lend them a hand
And get exquisite raps back
And not just overused generic stuff
Like "man that's facts"
I will strive to be the best
And prove it through my tracks
You just talk about stuff you'll never do
Like "count these stacks"

I've had enough of it
Stop thinking that you're a thug
Cus it's annoying how you're soft and rubberish
Acting all tough
And it's ironic how you think a few songs
Make you iconic
And you best believe i'm on it
If you call me out, you'll run like sonic
Type of dude to hit the gym once
Now you're anabolic
Type of dude to think one party turns you alcoholic
Type of dude to know one metal song, he's diabolic
You're as good as a gin and tonic but
With just the tonic

Maybe i should go ahead and tell you what i mean
Everybody writes about making money
And sipping lean
Trying to cater that lifestyle to the youth
It's a toxic environment that they swallow as a truth
Rapping bout women and cars
Can really get you afar
And i wanna be a star, so i'll have to write those bars
I'll cook up some lyrics without real sincerity
As long as i'll get a platform and some popularity
I'll fake my image and fake my whole personality
I-i'll blow up, turn back around, get real, and tell you what i see
So in the end i'll get to portray the real me
But for now i'll get around to build the fun me
Listen closely to what i'm gon say
When i talk about spreading kitties out
And lining some yay
It's all a scheme to get big
And when i finally get my bank fat
I'll tell you all the real things about me besides that

My plan is to find beats that i will kill
What i see the rest lack is the skill
Stop acting like you're that big of a deal
When we hear your music we dont know how to feel
I won't brag about it unless i make a mill
Your best option is that my style is the one you'll steal
I will be crystal clear, so listen here's the deal
If you compare what we write
You'll know that i'm who's real
(John-John-John-John-John-John-F-K)