Plan Z Part 2

[intro] Deaize: Cuz that shit bangs bro! The niggas i know- bruh. The niggas I know in this conglomerate bro. Some of y'all are better then half the muhfuckas out here that really got bag bro. And niggas ain't never gone know if the shit don't blow! I see shit like that and it's like what the fuck is the point bro? The shit burns me up bro. Those the type of demons that i be fighting when i make songs like pra-"Pray for Deazie" bro. Cuz that shit it- all that shit at once bro? And then all the shit I got going on in my personal life? Work life? Family life!? Thе shit adds up bro I don't-I don't-I don't have time for the strеss bro. That shit needs to shake! That money has to go-grow, that bag has to come in bro! Cuz if not, i gotta figure something else out! [Verse 1] I see the future I see the niggas I grew up with dying and holding rugers I see decisions that you made that made you look stupid I see myself Having kids with a loving wife but they don’t inherit my creative traits in life Just that bitterness that would make you wanna take your own life at night I see the future uh And I don’t like it I fast forward to this moment in time I’m trynna rewind it Trynna reverse the curses from trauma i'm so misguided All my friends telling me they trynna make it out like I did Make it out of what ? Being surrounded by those you love To make enough pay the landlord rent every month? Maybe it’s cause I moved across country for something I believe in And because we come from common ground they think that they can achieve it So when I catch these flights I tell them all the time that what I left behind wasn’t my home state But my old state of mind The one that was always holding me back Them suicide pacts that I make and break when I write these raps I see how desperate you get An exorcist for when pressure kicks in While I’m purging demons writing verses this the reason I make the sickest lines up just to make ya head spin Popping foot balls or be another dead red skin Wu tang, my crew came with me helping with the streams Then drugs ruined everyone around me D.R.E.A.M.S Thought my pain was plane to see never snow on tha bluff Then Wacka Flocka told my partner I was just trying to be tough I Went so broke the only thing I could afford to spend was time No Role models in the forest but now it’s in the hills I drive singing Don’t give ‘em too much you Don’t let ‘em take control Smoke rappers on my naughty list I made a J with the coal I remember I was younger watching Zack and Cody Now I get paid backstage and crack jokes with Mr.Mosbey Trynna give pieces of my life just to give motivation Knowing you relate to somebody can motivate inspiration Link with Kevian do more today but spend all day at my job I’m Sicker the flow trynna go viral like Nolly Wanna do numbers like Jordan not Michael, Armani And you just think it’s funny When companies run the country Take my tax cut to pay back to cops just to lock us up? Man Fuck that, with all disrespect I could spit on the casket of the cracka with his knee on my neck I was in D.C traffic when the riots had happened 2020, Momma called me screaming asking where I’m at Helicopters flying over me, people fighting in the street Screaming “Fucking police act like it’s a crime to be black!" At the same time White folk having tea & crumpets like it’s nothing That’s why I’m numb to it all The struggles involved Said I'ld rather think Biggie instead of feeling so small My and my homies like the warriors Outside scruffy, puffing on puffy I'm trynna be a Bad Boy, Notorious I knew a guy in school that robbed a train station Shooting caps in the air, he was supposed to be graduating 18, Now he waiting on probation That’s what happens when you run out of patience Once you grown you gotta get to them bands or get abandoned How much of the old me can I use to my advantage To make sure that the new me takes over the planet Everyday everybody’s dying around me catching a new body Mass shooters, hacking computers, Fashion, and Bugattis I’m bout respect not a chain, You recognize me? Say my name cuz When it come to rhyming words I’m Heisineberg I’m out to be the best with every breath that I got left Man I’m trynna blow up off the gems that I’m dropping, this is not meth, Blow me You can’t coach me on how to handle no drama If you ain’t never seen a nigga put his hands on yo momma Said I see the future I’m living in it and nothings changed It’s a cycle like from prisons to slaves we still in chains Cuz what they never explained is what it means to be insane Is doing everything the same and never making a change Who’s fault is that be honest , do you blame God? (Do you?) Do you blame 21 savage or his 12 car garage? This is Plan Z. I do it for y’all but not for me Cuz no matter how I look in that mirror My visions never clearer then when I acknowledge I just wanted you to be free From that pain and the pressure and the demons in ya mind Dead bodies on the stretcher that take you away from time I turned all my frustration to motivation to make it To give it back to you so I could teach you how to fly So you don’t live in the dark like me I know I got a broken heart but it’s a start if I’m trynna break free 6 years I spent beefing with God its seeming so odd when all my Money and time went into tithes and a bond Cuz I was stressed it made me passive aggressive my mind so Tasked with lessons, thoughts of passing away, or going home and passing out weapons I got a loving home, paranoid but thuggin' on But no matter how much they love, I only trust in a microphone I was gone, Minding my business asking me bout my business plan Now I’m burning this Z on yo body, how’s that for building a brand?