The Plan (feat. Quabena Maphia)

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Hey books tell me what the plan be
Immo f*ck the game I don't think I need a Plan B
Hey books tell me what the plan be
Immo f*ck the game I don't think I need a Plan B

Been down that dirt road bum ave though I feel
Washed up same time f*ck a bath life's gotta
Sucka laugh dealt the bad hand so I'm looking for a
Break gotta cast looking for a shot
Ducking I'm a target walked on carpet
Outline for my life story they chalked it
Homicide dead meat true lies CPR
Needed never seen PR so they left me
Defeated bottom of the barrel was the roof top
Envy playing jealously on my mind juke box
Sleeping on failure backup plan blanket
But every time I fall I feel winter getting nearer
Thank it now I'm seeing shit a bit clearer
Life is a bitch and she mad cause I raped her
Now she wanna date me tell me immo die soon
But thats how fate be mic check high noon
Hotter than the desert and my flow like a monsoon
Two don't mix but I get to whipping like a typhoon
Tell these niggas duck cause immo arrive so knock knock
Open up if not then I will apply boom
Its no prisoners rape kill pillage all
Villagers gotta be a clause in my contract
Thats why when you see me for combat bomb strapped
Spit fire now the devil wired got my phone tapped
Sketch it in rearview tell these niggas drawback
Discovery finding shit and collection fully saw that
And I applaud that same channel gotta week
For me entitled how these rappers get they jaw crack
Caution you can have your body parts auctioned
Saw never seen this shit up in your lil sis
Closet getting squeamish this is on the level of the
Devil taking amazing grace and doing a remix
Nasty thought pattern new word lucified
Never cried laughing when he saw Bambi mother died
And this is what I'm stuck with mind got me traumatized
So when you say remember shit shit I ain't trying to memorize
And this is hunger in its prime with a middle finger
F*ck fest you ain't gotta feed me rappers you can feed me
Success served with cold glass a humble
Two shots a on point so i never stumble
Or much less get off the pedestal I'm on
Cause Floyd may weather the storm but he still nervous on the
Weigh in so peddle to the metal and I'm gone
Haters kiss my rear view I'm looking at a clear view

But I'm cool doe and my mood right
So much rappers on my plate i can start a food fight
But I'm cool doe and i ain't trying to lose sight
A what I'm trying do let it simmer let it brew
Long as the fam chilling gotta lotta women
Money on deck they hating how we living
I wont stop until my floor is your ceiling
So go head call the cops we about to make a killing
And I'm gone

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