The Plan

[Verse 1: Denmark Vessey] I'm from the land of the animal hide, no Sudan FOI, old ties, slim food propaganda Taylor suit gator boot Tropicana and syrac now they Paying Pac and in the hand rocking go blam blam Graffiti can bombings, bambata bram boom bap Rhyming like my hype man Paoti plant something Tripping, my pen got a cocaine addiction And if you catching what I'm dripping Your bucket list is finished, dig it? The butter grinch with the brain on the drugs Hit niggas with the same old shrug Can't do nothing with it so you diss and hope your name blow up 'Cause they quit talking about you like J-Lo butt Bit the style but the fang chewing what Nigga say something dumb And I’m dumb to kick the cake hole shut (now) Chill G, you ain't taking shit from me Plus I'm done with it sonny, you can have it, get money (you see how that brotha talk?) [Hook: Denmark Vessey] Yeah yeah, I'm fucking with your plans Rubber bands, fuck an Uncle Sam Birdman baby, rub your hands, brother man Now understand, some won't understand The hate might come late, so you fuck them in advance It's in the stars, walking up my plans [Verse 2: Quelle Chris] Everywhere leads to somewhere else Every change is the end and beginning of self You knew yesterday, you know now Never knew, then you learn how Everywhere leads to somewhere else Every change is the end and beginning itself You knew yesterday, you know now You never knew, better learn how Got problems taking what I can't give Can't ever give what I don't got Never had a jumpshot Always had a dope rhyme when it's showtime You can take your time when it's your time I mean goddamn, thin line between feeling and sound Numb taste of her lips, silence shook the ground I've been building this thought letter by letter Lost G’s, lost I, lost you, lost seas What's the use of a plan if you planning too late? (late) Are you planning a fail? Are you planning to wait? And I never take my own advice So don't do drugs and don't think twice I burn trails of rugs pacin', struck some lines in my mind Erase them, start building again Flow got a coke habit Season pass to the petting zoo for white horses And white rabbits, my nigga [Hook: Denmark Vessey] Red pill, blue pill, crush them in your hands It's overwhelming, some won't understand Some will think you dumb, and I say fuck them in advance Just Birdman baby rub your hands, brother man Yeah yeah, I’m fucking with your plans As long as you've been fucking up my plans Rubber bands, ay, and fuck an Uncle Sam Birdman baby rub your hands Birdman baby rub your hands I’m fucking with your plans In God we trust, I ain’t fucking with your mans Rubber bands, fuck an Uncle Sam Birdman baby rub your hands. brother man Rub your hands, brother man, yeah