Nature - Plateau lyrics

Verse 1: Uh... Look They want me to drop a bomb, I'm like 'K See me out with these bad broads, sh** i got game And i ain't even had to take pads off, yeah I still play So somewhere in between body bags and playing ball Im scheming hard to make plays I got these demons all in my gate, n***a f** em though Chick with no pa** with a nice round a** n***as be swearing i got a custom hoe They once for hire, ? I'm still trying to get them through customs though Told my n***as, I'm living to have it all I don't want to be just comfortable No 9 to 6, all hits I'm pretty hard to miss So now I got to hide the risk Paramedic in the game but it never be the same The way I'm bout to revive the sh**, uh We've been off doing us, better hop on the bus But I swear its gonna be hard to fit I tell you it's a hell of a high when you walk for this ride On everything's gonna be hard to quit Chorus x2: When I reach too close you can barely tip-toe, can't stand on one floor (floor) Don't see a n***a now, you probably never gonna see him might need a new scope We been on them sh**s, been on them trips, been on the go Back roads that flow, hope the elevator don't get to that plateau, get to that plateau Verse 2: Pull the henny black For all my n***as that be trapping out the mini van You can take me out the game for a hundred grand Psych, now you f** n***as think you really can You n***as sound really, really, really bland Been rapping all day and they started paying I do this sh** for fun but i ain't really playing I live this sh** you entertaining Hundred yard dash that n***a Damond We hid cause the fans keep complaining Won't stop time say my wrists is blanging Don't like our sh** that n***a hating Hoop chin n***a your sh** deflating I'm crack on the track you can ask Reagan Grandmama cooking, our sh**s banging Young boys on the block, sh**s banging I'm really, really fly, got top thinking I'm a brand new guy This is all day like Amercian Pie sh** ain't easy can't even lie Prepping for it my whole life, ain't repping ? f** with me your mama cry Take it back to '99 ? Wu-Tang n***a, throw rock n***a It's murder, rough riders We shot this, we shot this! Chorus x2 Verse 3: Flat line every time I rhyme put n***as way down They a never come back Boat loads of that pretty white b**h On the tip of my lips looking up, I spit crack n***as ain't to sweet if it ain't a full pea Guarantee he won't sleep where he at? 301 be the go, 51 be the zone Even Elleans gotta come strap, new millennium How they gonna act, I'm ready I'm banging on wax Tom petty on max Heart breaker, I've rather have the money on the table Them n***as gonna call me Caucasian A n***a speak proper, so what Post up on wall street, then see who get offers I want to go to an office, with a view f** the secretary off the second interview Steady steppin through the mud like I've been sipping off the juice Getting twisted with the squad Cause that sh** be kinda cool Better let my lawyer know I'm scheming on the truth 747 to the meeting, its time to move Flying fire, vacations, bugs in they ear, ? Too many here make n***a lose patience Top shelf gear make me look amazing Woke up in the middle of a dream p**y got me stuck, now I'm living with a cane Tell Andre whats up cause it never was the same Only dog hoes till we put them in the cage, they bark Boat gold buy one get one off Dope a** car, c**aine gone car Back roads that escape through town Saw plateau me not can't get down Chorus x2