Planning & Plotting
Right back, where I belong
Side tracked for way too long
I don't hype back I just pick up the phone
Like that, the problem is gone
Ice pack, or my self inflicted injuries
I'm a perfectionist
Cut them off for the sake of symmetry
She stared at me, I said oh please I need a little more energy
They're talking phone sex I'm talking conquest
I think it's clear there's no synergy
I don't need to tell you to remember me
Cause you ain't no clown
Your memory
Won't let you down
I'm Genovese with the way I that I deal with my enemies
Been like this way before seventeen
Some of my niggas still selling green
Still couple scars in my memories
I'll sell my soul 'for I sell a dream
I ain't decide to become someone else
I made it work with the cards I was dealt
I was down bad but I still made it work
So down to earth cause I came from the dirt
Ain't no rookies inside of my roster
I can tell from afar an imposter
Someone go get that nigga a Oscar
In the field like I'm 2012 Oscsar
If it's indomie or if it's lobster
Everybody gon eat regardless
Don't worry bout them man they're harmless
The kids are the ones with the riches
Time is the only wealth that I recognise
And they got a hell of a lot In the bank
Age ain't really nuttin' but a feeling I got a hell of a lot in the tank
I just hope when I finish up I can keep my sanity intact
I contradict myself like a bunda make it clap
I'm aware madness is mandatory
Take it in it's a fact
Oh you thought you could go tell your story
Or win, with chat
You better go make it gory
You better go get the strap
Had to learn to adapt without losing who I was to the core
Identity crisis a goon today
But rest assured he's a neek tomorrow
Leaches borrow your blood
Next thing you know you got beef with thugs
But you know your role you know you ain't on nuttin'
You started road you was like twenty suttin'
I knew the code I was planning and plotting
I know the seeds I was planting were rotten
But I know the use for these poisonous leaves
Niggas are bitches too nosey indeed
Them poisonous leaves
Prolly just brew em, end up deceased
They'll choke on their tea
My nigga I'm fluent in not needing speech
Look what I do to these beats
Side tracked for way too long
I don't hype back I just pick up the phone
Like that, the problem is gone
Ice pack, or my self inflicted injuries
I'm a perfectionist
Cut them off for the sake of symmetry
She stared at me, I said oh please I need a little more energy
They're talking phone sex I'm talking conquest
I think it's clear there's no synergy
I don't need to tell you to remember me
Cause you ain't no clown
Your memory
Won't let you down
I'm Genovese with the way I that I deal with my enemies
Been like this way before seventeen
Some of my niggas still selling green
Still couple scars in my memories
I'll sell my soul 'for I sell a dream
I ain't decide to become someone else
I made it work with the cards I was dealt
I was down bad but I still made it work
So down to earth cause I came from the dirt
Ain't no rookies inside of my roster
I can tell from afar an imposter
Someone go get that nigga a Oscar
In the field like I'm 2012 Oscsar
If it's indomie or if it's lobster
Everybody gon eat regardless
Don't worry bout them man they're harmless
The kids are the ones with the riches
Time is the only wealth that I recognise
And they got a hell of a lot In the bank
Age ain't really nuttin' but a feeling I got a hell of a lot in the tank
I just hope when I finish up I can keep my sanity intact
I contradict myself like a bunda make it clap
I'm aware madness is mandatory
Take it in it's a fact
Oh you thought you could go tell your story
Or win, with chat
You better go make it gory
You better go get the strap
Had to learn to adapt without losing who I was to the core
Identity crisis a goon today
But rest assured he's a neek tomorrow
Leaches borrow your blood
Next thing you know you got beef with thugs
But you know your role you know you ain't on nuttin'
You started road you was like twenty suttin'
I knew the code I was planning and plotting
I know the seeds I was planting were rotten
But I know the use for these poisonous leaves
Niggas are bitches too nosey indeed
Them poisonous leaves
Prolly just brew em, end up deceased
They'll choke on their tea
My nigga I'm fluent in not needing speech
Look what I do to these beats
Credits
Writer(s): Oluwafemi Akintimehin
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