[Verse 1: T-3]
This over an*lyzing gone be the demise of me
Left brained n***a tryinna get to the right of it
It's blocked off need to get through the writer's stint
I'm going for the ma**es like a protein isolate
Bars on the page had to force out the cage
Then relocate to a place on display
What you hear is a result of a pissed off perfectionist
Who took a shot then he pissed off perfecting it
I'm light skinned so why it's hard to lighten up
Paranoid it's kind of hard to light the blunt
They living lives of grunts, I'm just a temp at it
Make sh** happen as opposed to attempting it
First sign of the zodiac nine
It's a blessing and a curse at the same damn time
Too smart for our own damn good you surprised?
My philosophies can only be displayed in my rhymes
Otherwise Ill try to speak my mind
Still I might throw you off, read right between the lines
Yea, even then it's hard to understand, I freak myself out by staring in the mirror
It's clear, the only true conspirator is there
It ain't fam, close friends, or the people to you dear
And even if it is there's no way you can defend
Just set ya sail accordingly ya can't control the wind
[Hook]
If my mind wanna run I'mma take it to the track
If I'm already him can't stick it to the man
Beat so bu*ters it ain't stickin' to the pan
Can't veer off course yo I'm stickin' to the plan
Uh huh cause I'm the man with the man with the plan
Cause I'm the man with the man with the plan
I been thinking so long working so hard time for me to have it all
[Verse 2]
I can do this all day, I can do this all night
My screen a night light, only thing you can see is my face as an outsider peaking
Cute enough and you could be an insider screaming
Right after I'm done with the flow
It's M.O.B. like don Corleone
Hard to live up to that acronym cause baby wet behind the ears and I'm ready to swim
And she want me to back stroke, soon as I'm done with her mac book
Normally not an apple guy but right now a n***a feeling as hot as apple pie
Before its on the window sill, take a shot to the head like a window k**
Ain't seen mom in a grip and its not by will
Its by my low bill, like my eyes concealed
By the brim of a hat, I ain't making music Im bringing it back
I ain't talking shoes cause I'm kickin' them facts
And y'all just wanna hear about them Loius and j**elry and surely
I can lie for all yall's amusement
I live a certain life in which all bars congruent
To it, know I don't belong like a tourist
But won't be long before all the bullsh** is useless
[Hook]
[Outro]
T-3
I'm the man with the man with the plan
I'm the man with the man with the plan
Thinking so long, working so hard
Mind wanna run
Already him
Beat so bu*ter
Can't veer off course can't veer off course nuh uhh
Cause I'm the man with the man with the plizzo
I'm the man with the man with the remote
My Bugatti won't be a rental
My boo's body won't be a pencil