Packy - Plan Accordingly lyrics

Everybody know what time it is I'm going in like open doors Hit another gear And then its spilling out like open drawers Doper than a fiend Cleaner than soap And every time I flow, it's a new wave I'm hopin' you can float Imma tsunami, a super soaker I poke her wit' my circle like a Euchre deck I take the jokers out And nothin' lower than a nine Cause a nine make you 'preciate a dime I'll be sipping ace of spades when I'm in my prime The come up I ain't' even bankin' But I be hot as hell And rhymes Aretha like Franklin, what up Hear a lot of anonymous hatin', shut up Your dream girl waiting' to pick the young blood up Tadow, I bet you mess wit' us now Bet you in love wit' the flow Bet you be diggin' the style I be goin' two miles an hour So everybody sees me Really it's a hundred But I make it look easy Said you want the Super Floss Imma skip the chorus Dat a** retarded, bout' to be a short bus Bop's at the bar Tell that chick "missy me" That's her fifth man of the night Call 'em Vicky V P.T.P. I'm Prime Time Pack Wit' a P.Y.T Tippin' white wine back Green room chillin' with the Green Skeem Earned our stripes And now they calling us the dream team Back to the basics Visionary like Lasiks Ill since age six Rockin' L.A. gear (uh) That's how I light up Pull the car right up Make sure there's plenty of the drink in my cup Tell me who the best is Tell me what rest is Then tell me why you ain't' talking bout no Speck kids It's whatever though I let it go I'm all about the team And we ain't' famous enough until they got centerfolds (hah) Yeah, I'm playin' but I'm a saying I'm a P.R.O.B.L.E.M Pick up a deck and deal wit it Am I? Always reppin' M.I.? Damn right Imma get the industry to shine a damn light On the 5-1-7 in my city, I'm Chris Paul All I do is set it up, and watch the whole team ball Not quite there, but I gotta habit Of talkin' about the life I'm livin' Right before it happens (uh) Rappers, I'm lappin' them Give em' a pat on the back And then kick em back to the back of the line Where they're friends dappin' em What happened to Packi? He's actin' an a** No, he's actin' like he's sick of hearin' promoters takin' a pa** Sick of other rapper's bullsh** While I'm sittin' in cla**. (uh) Imma pa** em' all I ain't' on top of the game But I got a habit Of talkin' about the life I'm livin' Right before it happens (uh) Plan accordingly