Plan

Honestly, I've never been the type to just go with the plan
If I feel my palms stop itching, I'll cut off my hand
I start fires, I should probably put this mic under a fan
In L.A. walking on the beach, toes under the sand

Smoking strong, do a thing Popeye, I just opened a can
High as hell while I'm on the flight, now I'm hoping it land
My life a movie, tell a loaded T to keep rolling the cam
Circle small as hell, looked around and it's only the fam

And that's all I really need for real
Use the za as my medicine, I don't need a pill
Trying to put two million up and see how Peezy feel
In the mirror looking at my back, see if I'm bleeding still

They say whatever over beats, they make cap music
I need all this money on the floor, I'm trying to vacuum it
All these hard dunks, probably cause I seen Zach do it
I barely miss in the booth, I know my stats stupid

Gotta run it up, y'all two cents just don't add to it
Covered up my heart with some chrome, I smack cupid
Took some Ls, I lost some motion, now I'm back moving
This shit in me, not on me, you can't tattoo it

Really had it hard in my life, I wouldn't recommend it
I ain't never running out of bars, this shit never ending
Fake love, everywhere you look, it's a epidemic
Pre loved me, would've gave me her second kidney

Beating down that road in the Chevy, I'll wreck the engine
My momma knew that I was special back in elementary
Skinny nigga, but I like to do some heavy spending
Tough times, you won't see no tears unless it's on my denim

On a mission, I be feeling like Tom Cruise
Brodie something like a handyman, he always got tools
He was trying to act tough, but I was not fooled
I'm trying to have my cake and eat it too, but I just cannot choose

Pre's Only Child, I been a fool



Credits
Writer(s): Job Alexander
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