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is short for what
Game Plan right
Today we're gonna talk about plans
When I hit rock bottom and I hit them up
They didn't pick my calls
When they did

rappers assed out I'm still shooting like a free throw
How are you a stepper but you  ain't stepping on shit
Got shot by your cousin shoulda handled him

gave me the bag now you gone
Been telling these girls just to leave me alone
Can't pick up my phone, my mind too blown
Just lost my friend and I won't

and then
It must come back
And every now and then
I might not have all the cash
So I'll get down to my knees
And ask somebody to please
Pick my sorry self up

at the rendezvous
Pick her up for a Sunday cruse
Sun goes down
Skin comes out now I'm asking god for some fruitful moves
Not on a glide with no dead ting
In and out

As this world spins around
Broken record, spin the night
Simmer down
Right or wrong can't pick a side
Now matter how hard I try
Scatter brained I'm fine

And then, Jay-Z, Biggie, Hill be the MCs
God said daughter you next pick up the pen please
And now I use to mic to plant seeds
So when they mention who's

Shuttle
I always try to make up
But I don't say much
Cause I runaway like Ye would from her
Damn
That's a whole lot of stress for a man
Now let's pretend

all of these things just to say we're done
Where have you gone
Left me alone
Our bond was strong
Pick up the phone
Took you for granted fucking these

Asteroids
Man, I want all the smoke
A couple white boys with a lot of soul like Hall & Oates
I'm up next
I be selling out all the venues
I can't flex until

rebound
Dropped like a bundle at the lost and found
Burden by the stories from the underground
A forsaken claim, a forgotten sound
pick me up tomorrow
Don't

the heat we dance on beat
I tie my tie respect you see
Hu hu just let me be
Hu hu pick up the speed
Wipe your hands wipe your knees
Take a stance now dance

Feel it fester like a wound that's been infected by the ugly truth
Maybe this is the plight of man
Stepping on each other, stealing what we can
But I'd

Couldn't pay attention to the work that was given I stared at the window
Got lost in my visions, got picked on by many cause my teeth was to crooked
My

a good man
My father stepped up with the program
He tried to show me good of this cruel world
But I heard the gunshots, seen the bullets wounds
Had blood

Pick myself up and dust off this place
I'll be the stranger with something to say
Constantly changing it's been my way
I've been a nomad from back in

and jerking off to their screaming
Did he say that? I must be dreaming
Nah this nightmare fucking lasts all weekend
You'll be schemin' like G Man for Freeman,

been falling too
The sun fell into the evening
I'm higher than a fiend and I found myself calling you
And you pick up every time I swear this shit is

Please allow me to show you something

I'mma to be honest with ya'll man
Uh huh
I'm just a messenger bro
Got you
But I'mma brag
I'mma talk my talk

oblivion
I can't bear to open my eyes to the truth
Right when I feel most content

As I'm falling down I see the ground below me
What could pick me up

I can smell the roses,
in the air.
Such a beautiful scent,
everywhere
I got to be careful
In this garden eden
To pick a rose by it's thorns
 and end

And I flew
I was lost in the wind for a bit
But by bit and piece I knew
I said let's see what I can do
I was (Gone | Gon) so damn long, I developed

to see you again after all the years
Let me pick up the pieces after all of your tears
Let be the one to swoop in like ya black super man better yet Black

a stunner cave
Im just rocking to that drum and bass
I got the stash up in the four-by i aint getting caught like Corbie
Lets just share the medicine