Big Plans

(You have a gift, Jack)

I ain't kidding
This ain't no broken latex
Speeds are breakneck
Stacking dollars, getting paychecks
I got ice and the cream, call me Häagen-Dazs
Fluent in the money language, that's why I talk a lot
Floating in Grace Bay, reflecting on life
People ask me what I'm doing and I left 'em on ice
Earning my stripes, getting ultra-boosted
I made a name for myself and started up a movement
Do it 'cause I love to do it

Getting money organically, I don't chase racks
Never have to worry when I open up my bank app
Never slowing down, can't be kicking my feet up
'Cause I'm all about my bread, yeah, I'm getting pita
Make the pain go away with a shot of tequila
Running up a tab on the Visa
I know I gotta get it in before I'm gone
I've been running shit with ease, I barely even have to jog anymore
And if you know me, I'm son-ing all my O.G.'s
I know the game 'cause I've been studying it closely
I can see right through the lies and the fake shit
You can save it like a motherfucking goalie
I just cut through the bologna
While I'm rolling up a Raw and then I'm puffing on it slowly
Leaving a trail of fragrance, bitch, that's everyday shit
It's just the basics, thankful I made it
Up to the point where my bank balance doesn't affect how I'm behaving

Capital One, what's in your wallet?
Barely more than pennies
I'm in a place of abundance, I'm getting more than plenty
Never been ordinary, I've been getting dollars by the truckload
So just be sure you're ready with a Ford or Chevy
I'm quite modest but I'm going psychotic
The timing is right, rising in height till I'm sky walking
It's ironic, I wanted it even when I got it
Silence when I'm talking
I'm tryna make a point, bitch
Your big plans never materialized
I see the fear in your eyes 'cause you know your future is morbid
Meanwhile, what's next for me?
Exponential trajectories
Residentials in Beverly Hills with views of the L.A. streets
'Cause now everything has to be real
Solve my problems, get high again
Smoke that flower like hyacinth
Worry 'bout the environment like DiCaprio feels
It's like all I can control is if I'm stacking some bills
Well, is it fair to say I get a lot of money 'fore my hair is gray?
I got these urges that I can't explain
Just turn up the bass, middle and treble (You have a gift, Jack)
'Cause starting a podcast doesn't make you successful

If you ain't bring shit to the table then you get dropped
That's why the amount of people I talk to probably ten tops
Giving their input, never dealing with the outcome
When inevitably, the pressure and stress is getting to me
Weighing heavily, got me feeling like I'm 'bout done
But I get back up in the race, I won't be outrun
They wanted beef like a delicatessen
Well, I'm sending a message
If you ain't help, you ain't get a percentage
Future's bright, I'm optimistic
They said that I've gone ballistic
I just don't get caught up in it
Never heard or saw the critics
They were wrong, they thought I'm quitting
Killing it from start to finish
Shit is so apocalyptic when I'm putting on a clinic

What?

And they ain't got a pot to piss in
Tell you what you wanna hear just like a fucking politician
Now I'm off this shit and on a mission

Bitch