new plan
I sit in my mind
I think of a plan and devise
I told them to open their eyes
Bpm 135
If I'm gonna spit on a track
Then I'm going to shine
I'm getting bread ain't no rye
You say you stick
With a stick
But I know it's a lie
Ten toes down I arrive
I lurk in the shadows
And you don't want smoke when its night
I play with a pole in a fight
He claim that I'm wrong
Well I'm going to show him I'm right
Head to the light
They know I'm starting a battle
This shit I'm going to start out of spite
Look at my money I made it
I'm stacking these pages
This shit is increasing my height
People they talk on my name
And they trying to debate
I really don't care it's alright
Hold up
Where am I at
I get these bitches
They hitting my at
I get these hoes they hit me on snap
People they talk on my name
I tell them to shut up
I tell them relax
Only one with a philosophy
I get a stick I'm going to up it
Then I'm going to buss it
And shoot at his arteries
When I get mad I'm going to make a scene
I'm in the whip yeah the limousine
Head to the shop for some nicotine
Talk to my friends I'm the biggest fiend
Freddy Kruger kill you in your dreams
Money (Yeah)
Hoes (Yeah)
Bitches (Yeah)
Clothes (Yeah)
Friends (Yeah)
Foes (Yeah)
Friends (Yeah)
Foes (Yeah)
I sit in my mind
I think of a plan and devise
I told them to open their eyes
Bpm 135
If I'm gonna spit on a track
Then I'm going to shine
I'm getting bread ain't no rye
You say you stick
With a stick
But I know it's a lie
Ten toes down I arrive
I lurk in the shadows
And you don't want smoke when its
I think of a plan and devise
I told them to open their eyes
Bpm 135
If I'm gonna spit on a track
Then I'm going to shine
I'm getting bread ain't no rye
You say you stick
With a stick
But I know it's a lie
Ten toes down I arrive
I lurk in the shadows
And you don't want smoke when its night
I play with a pole in a fight
He claim that I'm wrong
Well I'm going to show him I'm right
Head to the light
They know I'm starting a battle
This shit I'm going to start out of spite
Look at my money I made it
I'm stacking these pages
This shit is increasing my height
People they talk on my name
And they trying to debate
I really don't care it's alright
Hold up
Where am I at
I get these bitches
They hitting my at
I get these hoes they hit me on snap
People they talk on my name
I tell them to shut up
I tell them relax
Only one with a philosophy
I get a stick I'm going to up it
Then I'm going to buss it
And shoot at his arteries
When I get mad I'm going to make a scene
I'm in the whip yeah the limousine
Head to the shop for some nicotine
Talk to my friends I'm the biggest fiend
Freddy Kruger kill you in your dreams
Money (Yeah)
Hoes (Yeah)
Bitches (Yeah)
Clothes (Yeah)
Friends (Yeah)
Foes (Yeah)
Friends (Yeah)
Foes (Yeah)
I sit in my mind
I think of a plan and devise
I told them to open their eyes
Bpm 135
If I'm gonna spit on a track
Then I'm going to shine
I'm getting bread ain't no rye
You say you stick
With a stick
But I know it's a lie
Ten toes down I arrive
I lurk in the shadows
And you don't want smoke when its
Credits
Writer(s): Dane Seabury
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.