Justin Alexander - The Plot lyrics

[Verse 1] Plot n***as love to plot I pulled up to the party A n***a there got shot What happened to the body? Why we still taking shots? They say because we sorry Like that sh** means a lot Got n***a don't get got If you do the crime n***a don't get caught If you doin time Say them prayers a lot Cause when you on your own The only one you got is God Drink Drink my n***a drink Though it ease the pain It don't help you think Smoke You can roll that dope Damn I'm gone off both Now everything moving so slow I know That I ain't living perfect But, when I make these songs I feel like preacher at a sermon They say we young and reckless But money's on my checklist And I ain't going down until I check it n***a check it [Hook] In my own zone Singing slow songs On the mic's where I found my soul But, my soul's broke So, I roll smoke And I'mma keep on smoking Til I can't no more No, no, no, no This evil takes control Oh so, so slow My blood is getting cold So, so, so cold Make me wanna make a move I gotta roll solo Oh no [Verse 2] Watch The police love to watch We ain't doin nothin You just see the black and stop Stop Before them bodies drop I pray one day that Everything be gucci like guwop Goa Pele, I'm getting closer To my dreams Homie you could just watch it Like the Closer Go Off Thats what I do when I hear beats I swear everything Was All Good Just Last Week And That sh** deep, but THIS THE FALL OF ROME MARTIN MEETS JEROME MARTIN LUTHER'S SHOOTER BACK SMOKING BLACKS WITH AN AL CAPONE HOW'S IT GOIN? (WHO ARE YOU?) WHAT IS LIFE? (42) THIS IS RIGHT (NO ITS LEFT) I'M JUST STRESSED C'EST LA VIE Life's a test And you can't repeat So I take these beats And I paint these words So the little black sheep Can leave the herd And just be free This for OG, TM, MB I Pay my respects Respect us please, see Why you clip the wings off a bird that fly? When the sh** hit the fan is it fight or flight? Lord I can't get right World filled with vice [Hook] In my own zone Singing slow songs On the mic's where I found my soul But, my soul's broke So, I roll smoke And I'mma keep on smoking Til I can't no more No, no, no, no This evil takes control Oh so, so slow My blood is getting cold So, so, so cold Make me wanna make a move I gotta roll solo Oh no