Plateau

Verse 1:

Uh... Look

They want me to drop a bomb, I'm like 'K

See me out with these bad broads, Shit 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, nigga

Fuck em though

Chick with no pass with a nice round ass

Niggas be swearing i got a custom hoe

They once for hire, ?

I'm still trying to get them through customs though

Told my niggas, 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 shit, 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 nigga now, you probably never gonna see him might need a new scope

We been on them shits, 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 niggas that be trapping out the mini van

You can take me out the game for a hundred grand

Psych, now you fuck niggas think you really can

You niggas sound really, really, really bland

Been rapping all day and they started paying

I do this shit for fun but i ain't really playing

I live this shit you entertaining

Hundred yard dash that nigga Damond

We hid cause the fans keep complaining

Won't stop time say my wrists is blanging

Don't like our shit that nigga hating

Hoop chin nigga your shit deflating

I'm crack on the track you can ask Reagan

Grandmama cooking, our shits banging

Young boys on the block, shits banging

I'm really, really fly, got top thinking I'm a brand new guy

This is all day like Amercian Pie

Shit ain't easy can't even lie

Prepping for it my whole life, ain't repping ?

Fuck with me your mama cry

Take it back to '99

?

Wu-Tang nigga, throw rock nigga

It's murder, rough riders

We shot this, we shot this!

Chorus x2

Verse 3:

Flat line every time I rhyme put niggas way down

They a never come back

Boat loads of that pretty white bitch

On the tip of my lips looking up, I spit crack

Niggas 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 niggas gonna call me Caucasian

A nigga speak proper, so what

Post up on wall street, then see who get offers

I want to go to an office, with a view

Fuck 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 shit 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 nigga lose patience

Top shelf gear make me look amazing

Woke up in the middle of a dream

Pussy 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 ass car, cocaine gone car

Back roads that escape through town

Saw plateau me not can't get down

Chorus x2