Plot

Plot
I just be sitting back thinking and plotting
I just be sitten back thinking and plotting
I just be sitten back thinking and plotting
On how to keep food on my plate
On how to keep food on my plate
I just be sitting back thinking and plotting
I just be sitten back thinking and plotting
I just be sitten back thinking and plotting
On how to keep food on my plate
On how to keep food on my plate

I just be sitting back thinking and plotting you know that I'm tryna be great
Know that my city get loco
Need a bag bigger than bolo
I just be sitting back think and plotting on how to keep food on my plate
Keep a tool ain't tryna be late
Scoring two it like a lay up
No memory I can't save her
Niggas can't even save the paper
Reviewing my plans when I was inna feds I had like a week and a wake up left
Tryna go up so I made some steps
When you making moves they hate ya steps
But haters gon hate and I can't care less
If you wanna play let's play for the check

And we still sliden like sledes
Free all my guys inna feds
Plastic on steal for a bed
My Brody like dae dae
I ride for my nigga like Craig
We ain't had cars we riden them bikes my Brody in back of the pegs
Gotta be solid stand up niggas gon work on they legs
Go and get it ion beg
Just do it ion say
Know that I'm tryna be great but they labeling me enemy of the state
Cuz I keep a tool ain't tryna be late
And I work hard like I ain't heard of breaks
I'm from the spot where they loco
Need a bag bigger than bolo
Catching them plays ocho
And the trap jumping like pogos
Woah woah
Don't forget solo
Wish they made one seater cars this the shit I do when I go to mars

I just be sitting back thinking and plotting you know that I'm tryna be great
Know that my city get loco
Need a bag bigger than bolo
I just be sitting back think and plotting on how to keep food on my plate
Keep a tool ain't tryna be late
Scoring two it like a lay up
No memory I can't save her
Niggas can't even save the paper
Reviewing my plans when I was inna feds I had like a week and a wake up left
Tryna go up so I made some steps
When you making moves they hate ya steps
But haters gon hate and I can't care less
If you wanna play let's play for the check

Let's play for the check
Better not try me cuz I keep a dawg
This not the kind you can pet
Spitten that flame lil nigga
This not the kind make sweat
This is the kind make you roc
Like you know jay
Step on da spot watch these bitches go crae
Came a long way from the feds sat on the bunk working out every day
Paper coming every way ain't bout no money then fuck what he say
Think he gon slide on me you know I'm a slay
You know I put on for da way
Tatted a heart on face
Over coming all the hate
I'm bout to fill up my plate
All you can eat buffet
Remember them days it was treys
Trying not to go back like braid
Don't make me get back to my ways
Smoke you and hop on a stage
I only fucking with minimum wage



Credits
Writer(s): William Wren
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