Lyrics:
Many people roam and dance, the road is packed
People talk about their plans, ignore the past
Most of them pay in cash, and drink from their glasses
chance, till i make it where i can. Cause the father had a plan.
I got love. For this hip hop shit.
Imma build my own Mansion, Brick by Brick.
Give me
Phase 2 Processing
Bitch I really feel like I'm the man with my own plan Break bread with the fam, we don't hold hands
Broke free from the cage
none
(But look how it's gone)
(Plans)
I've ruined your plans
You're attacking my crown
My throne & hometown
A war is waged by snakes
My empire wont
They think I'm a demon, the way I'm always raising hell This is how I am, so I'll just sit here by myself Think that love is suicide, if only looks
in the night
The sound echoing closer, will they come for me next time?
For every choice, mistake I made, is not my plan
To send you in the arms
Beautiful Lord, wonderful saviour
I know for sure, all of my days are held in Your hands
Crafted into Your perfect plan
You gently call me, into
list
That I'll give to my boy, St. Nick
And I hope he hooks, hooks me up
'Cause, I plan a special Christmas for us
I was hoping that you might be
Faces are wiser than time and you, my Marie
Are most certainly one of that kind
Marie, Marie Flore, all the odds
Say I'll see you again, by plan or by
High life
We livin' that high life
Luxury
High life
Luxury
We livin' that high life
By now you should know how a sip feels
He say, "One more
And the youngest of the family is moving with authority.
Building castles by the sea, he dares the tardy tide to wash them all aside.
The cattle quietly grazing
Feeling my way through the darkness
Guided by a beating heart
I can't tell where the journey will end
But I know where to start
They tell me I'm
and ye dead same ti-ime
Man to man, I'm facin' the Devil with a plan
Judo stance, first glance, I'm makin' my advance
Animal instincts, intelligence
in Bedrock, surrounded by rubble
Just a youngin' in trouble
Took a shot and then made it a double
Took a shot and then made it a double
This that food
at the wrong time, no lie
And they wonder why us niggas always get high
Spend a thou-wow on it just to get fly
Another thou-wow on it just to get by
Fuck it,
ass by pushin mute
Shit can get stanky like a poot (like a poot)
I got dog poop crank yes I pollute
Leave the whole block fully unrecouped
I'm like
seriouser man
My mic clapper def wish, everlasting plan
Heavenly God body, know me as the cleaner
Night champion, old villain style seem a
Kiss of spider,
of the plan
Cause in reality the only thing you giving me is
Promises you told me every day
That you made you never ever kept
By me I really want
to keep it hid
Hanging by a gossamer thread
Roll on up it's feeding time again
A kiss to suck the lightning from the pain
I'm hatching us a plan for
down the works of the enemy's hands
[CHORUS]
We've got the victory
We've got the victory
We've got the victory
By the blood of the Lamb
up and then "Who me?"
Locked in a trunk by Republican villains
Pinstripe suits, experts at killin
Civil war, but some want out
Trapped in a box
feet, formerly British walker
Yes love, that's how it was before
When you was funky fresh or down by law
Parlay with your crew at the corner store
I start by saying tell me something good, show me something great (Something great)
What you doing early, what you doing late? (Doing late)
Do you
on
She lays a wreath of lilies on his grave
His flame gone along with the love he never gave
Not to be seduced by those red lips
Two dimensional comic
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