Quelle Chris - The Plan lyrics

[Verse 1:] I'm from the land of the animal hide no sedated For a while old tadman food propaganda Taylor shoe gator boot tropicana syrac natty pants Hand packing in the hand rocking go bling bling Graffiti can bombings bam brada bam boom Back rhyming like my hype man Building plants or something Tripping and my pin got a c**aine addiction And if you catch it with them dripping Your bucket list is finished you dig it The bu*ter grinch with the brain on the d** Hey n******gs with the same old d** Can't do nothing with it so you Dissing and hoping your name blows up So they quit talking about you like J-Lo bu*t b**h the style with the fang so what n***a say something dumb And i'm bound to kick them shut now Yow chill G you ain't taking sh** from me Cause it's all that you can every get from me [Verse 2:] Yea yeah f**ing with the players Brother mans f** her on the sand Murder baby hands with the man Nonsense show me where to stand I hate my complexion fuch them in the van Mission of stars f** all the haters Everywhere leads to somewhere else Every tail has an end and a beginning in itself You know yesterday you know now Never knew but you learned how Everywhere leads to somewhere else Every chance is the ending and the beginning in itself You know yesterday you know now You never knew better learn how Got problems taking what i can't get I can't ever give what i don't got Never got a drug shot always Got a dope line when it's show time Take your time when it's your time I might be God damned thin line between feeling and sound ‘ Dumb taste of her lips that how i shook the ground Though less though letter by letter Of lost G's lost i lost you lost seas What's the use of a plan if you planning too late If you planning a failure you gonna wait What and i never take my own advice So don't do d** and don't think twice I burn trails of rug bason struck the lions in my mind And they so good i start building again Flow got a coke addict Season pa** to the petter zoo for white horses And white rabbits my n***a You there feeling peer pressure in your hands Its overwhelming someone understanding Some you dumb to think he f**ed her in the van Does birdman baby rub your hands brother man I'm f**ing with your plans as long as you were f**ing us in plains Brother man i ain't f**er of the same Birdman baby rub your hands birdman baby rub your hands I'm f**ing with your plans in God we trust i ain't f**ing with you man Rubber band f**er of the sand birdman baby hold your hand brother man Your hands on the man yeah