'Sup! I'm smokin' Plan, Plan B is like the worst shit
We're smokin' if it ain't gas I stay turned up from these raps Hope that chick that be countin' my cash 'Cause I ain't too good at doin' math What you know about me and my mans Hope to finish safe this new jam Could say Hollywood with no fans Still ain't Hollywood so let's jam This my Jam Ridin' solo, I be on my own, yo Feel bad for my ex She see me grindin' like I'm sposed to Really can't get blamed by shit But livin' out these hotels I could never change my friends How could I ever slow down Baby
Gotta get my shit in order Gotta get a flight 'cause she's hittin' my line And she's headin' to Lollapalooza And she just my type, took the chick I like And the pick she throw the deuce up Young Fell still get the booze up I swear I'll go Dr. Dolittle Haircut like a young Medusa, I swear Rocky rolla', Up like pop Gotta keep the toes up, sippin that shot Throw out the top Shoutout to dun duh duh, you don't wanna Play with the stoney boy you'll get trouble Man the bays above my blood vessels Move to LA got cold as gun metal Lately I've been in and out of dinner with the pressure Found it kind of funny 'cause she couldn't get no better Stuff a couple hundred in the pockets of my denim Makin' shit up (pop, pop) be on schedule Really want my pieces, peace, and John Lennon Movin' through the streets in premium raw denim Said I wouldn't do it but I had to do it better Under the influence it's somethin' in the ghetto Girl it's Saint Louis and nobody does it better Want to be exclusive but I told her I got hella From the truth You might also like Searchin' for that shit Worry 'bout the future, yeah Livin' to passive, like forget right now Gotta think of where I'm goin when I finish All up in your brand new linens I could've been a cop killa high up with the sinners I should've been a dentist I'm goin' back to Texas
Gotta gettin' my shit in order Gotta get my shit in order Gotta get a flight 'cause she's hittin' my line And she's headin' to Lollapalooza And she just my type, took the chick I like Yeah, yeah and I fuckin love her So I'll see you tomorrow Yeah swear Ima see you tomorrow I swear
Compositor: Christian Robert Felner (Felly) ECAD: Obra #20827234