[Intro: Charlie Ferris]
God's Plan
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 1: Charlie Ferris]
Acid in the backroom
Xan in the bathroom
Watch em cook meth in the RV
Told em I'll be back soon
Gotta turn a homie into ravioli over beefaroni like boyardee
I'm on some god sh** there's no need to pray for me
Nah just a kid dodging the Amys and Caitlin Brees
Bouncing in an über with an eighth of weed
Pure slaughter got d**h tryna keep up yelling "wait for me"
Sipping from maple trees
Going on a nature walk
Day i give up is the day me and them angels talk
Blow my future away with smoke, sh** was set in stoned
Pot in me but the kettle on, Mr happy on the telephone
And momma said if you can't beat em just outsmart em
Shopping for chains picking that designer cotton
I'm ten raptures worth ten rappers
Smoke til my brain don't work, firing of synapses
You can't take what I spit at ya, they screaming like pac back
You can't top that
You'll whimper away holding your dicks like a jockstrap
How he supposed to reach for stars when all he seen is dirt
How can he know he a king when subjects show he has no worth
[Hook:Charlie Ferris]
And it's a hell of a life (2x)
And if I live every day like I might die
Then one day I'll be right (2x)
Then one day I'll be
[Verse 2: Pope Wisdumb]
Imagination, you could call it hallucination
Delusion taking ahold of the situation
Integration of our makeshift nativeness into this nation
It's amazing this impatience is making me crazy
But I still give a f** where you been
Turn a new leaf and make amends with your friends
And make sure you get all them letters sent
Cuz you never know, when it will be the end
I've learned that every waking moment is a blessing
But I just disregard that sh** I'll never make confessions
These who*es get absorbed, vain to the core, stay flexing
I like to ride the wave, life's not a game, f** second guessing
[Hook:Charlie Ferris]
And it's a hell of a life (2x)
And if I live every day like I might die
Then one day I'll be right (2x)
Then one day I'll be
[Verse 3: Chase Alex]
And there's a war going on outside
But a n***a ain't worried at all
I got a pocket full of all of these knives
And a sleeve full of places to go
I'm wide awake til I'm asleep
If there's a blanket over me, I want my face on my holmies
Sometimes good people die
Sometimes it ain't picket fences at all