Lyrics:
call you fam but the hatred comes from feelings that they just don't understand
It's complicated
None of this should change what's in your plans cause
Georgia with it
Last verse, did you get it? Nah
Never mind, just throw that cash in a duffle
As I'm on my Hollywood shuffle
Eatin' your dollar truffles,
just what it was
And your plans only can pan around love
You love him, you love them, you love her
You love so much, you love when love hurts
You
a west coast east coast west coast east coast
Yo I'm a west coast kid livin' in Nashville
Moved here in the summer when I got my record deal
Plan
drive, I'm auto matic
Ain't listenin' to demos
Especially not 'cratics
These niggas panic like we at the disco
I got a simple plan for you
We should rage
a west coast east coast west coast east coast
Yo I'm a west coast kid livin' in Nashville
Moved here in the summer when I got my record deal
Plan
got niggas that's mad 'cause I'm always with they bitch
Then you got niggas that just don't like me
You know the, those PhD niggas
But you know, I
got niggas that's mad 'cause I'm always with they bitch
Then you got niggas that just don't like me
You know the, those PhD niggas
But you know, I
Yeah
Good Kid
You see
I sit and think about my childhood as I'm approaching 25 (yeah)
Quarter century, mystery how I'm still alive (well)
Nothing
the Mucinex monster
You just a kid I foster
Thinking I'm your sponsor
Smash your jugular
You say my name in vain, go read the teleprompter
Doing every single
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in
the kids from the block but we were never trapping, ha
Just some high wild kids from the suburbs
Outskirts of the city got us chasing bigger pictures
a magazine
[Hook]
[Tony Yayo]
I don't wanna grow up, I'mma hustler kid
Go'head and stunt, see I don't pop two your wig
I'm artistic, intelligent, so much
driver...
Like the undertaker certified by the dmv...
Mob scene mob scene all u rappers whack...
The type to rip a condom rapper just to whack it...
I'm wacky
to the fam
They gon' watch me put you in a grave and do my dance
Your victims told you "J, I'm just a kid", no Simple Plan
Acting like you ain't a sicko,
Can't stand to live for nil and miss the crown
I hit the gym with my Bible
I'm exorcising these demons
I had a plan, as a kid
I was chasing the dibas
my thrifted Js
Years passed me by
Nothing came my way
Except failed business plans every night and day
Stuck in a four by eight
Making beats all day
Of an average kid growing up and you realize
"oh, well, the real world is
Here now and, like
I'm broke and I don't have future plans
And I don't know what I'm
high
Might've overdosed and died
I feel my feet touch the sky I'm so important,
So important, can't have kids I'm too impotent
Told me your love was
what am I write, simple I can do this
Like Popeye to Brutus, I’m your host like a stewardess
Fly with the neighborhood hi-jackin' fella
So prepare for
fingers one time then it isn't simple kid
Looking at that bank account like how do I replenish it?
(Attention)
One by one, I take my step
Watch both ways
doctor medication is your type
I'm always running beats had to take it in my stride
Purple sky, window seat, I found my tranquility
I being doing bit by
And watch yo' side to side.
Betta' grab yo' gat, light that blunt,
The streets gon' ride tonight.
And I'm just gon' ride it out,
Til my expiration date.
two
Soup Gingrich
Get rich Quick
Extort the populace
Best foot forward, but watch your step kid
Game plans got pitfalls
Like team Rocket
Over the falls
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