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