Had A Plan - C-Note

1975, I was barely alive

Mama took me to the Clover, where I learned to survive

Lil' skinny ass nigga, weighed bout 165

Although my life wasn’t easy, I had to struggle and strive

Chopping weight on a plate, maybe cook up the shake

Then it’s back to the corner, where it’s money to make

Was money to take, young ghetto stars

Young niggas coming up, running up the cars

I didn’t wanna sell cheese, but I had to do it

I had to pray to the man, for him to guide me through it

When I came into this world, I wasn’t breathing at all

That just give me more reason, that I should ball

I know the man, had a plan for me

Picked me up on my feet, so the world can see

I know the man, had a plan for me

Made my way through the streets, now I’m a Clover G

I know the man had a plan, and he let me know

That I can sport mo' ice, than sleet or snow

Tough luck growing up, in the hood that’s rough

Going in and out of jail, but still ain’t had enough

Flipping birds smoking herb, everyday of my life

Broke the rules skipping school, I’m trying to do what’s right

I thank my 5th grade teacher, cause she did what she did

She told me if you think big, you can make it big

It was then that I knew, that I had some’ing to do

So I got my own company, I ain’t working for you

So much stress on my chest, more than I can stand

Fifty G’s up in my hand, I know the man had a plan

Now take a look at that new Benz, parked outside

All my life I’ve been setting trends, rolling these rides

I’ve been blessed we success, and yes I must confess

I thank the man that I made it, instead of flunking the test

Living life as a ghetto star, foreign cars

Blowing Cuban cigars, now people know who we are

When we pull up in the Escalade, with six screens

Man I came a long way, from dope fiends and street dreams

Living lavish as I have it, yeah we ball this year

Much love to my grandparents, dada my dear

In the dropper rolling late night, hitting my switches

Let my piece shine bright, I came from rags to riches

(*talking*)

Know I’m saying, I know it’s hard growing up in this ghetto

You know, to all the kids mayn just keep your head up

Know me bout to do this here, you know I’m saying

Minor set back major come back, you know I’m tal’n bout

Think big, you could make it big mayn

Don’t let nobody put you down, I done had my up’s and down’s

Smiles and frowns, you know I’m tal’n bout