The Plan - Denmark Vessey, Quelle Chris

I’m from the land of the animal hide no sedated

For a while old tadman food propaganda

Taylor shoe gator boot tropicana syrac natty pants

Hand packing in the hand rocking go bling bling

Graffiti can bombings bam brada bam boom

Back rhyming like my hype man

Building plants or something

Tripping and my pin got a cocaine addiction

And if you catch it with them dripping

Your bucket list is finished you dig it

The butter grinch with the brain on the drugs

Hey niggers with the same old drugs

Can’t do nothing with it so you

Dissing and hoping your name blows up

So they quit talking about you like J-Lo butt

Bitch the style with the fang so what

Nigga say something dumb

And i’m bound to kick them shut now

Yow chill G you ain’t taking shit from me

Cause it’s all that you can every get from me

Yea yeah, I’m fucking with your plans

Rubber bands, fuck a uncle sam

Bird man baby, rub your hands brother man

I understand, some won’t understand

Fuck them in advanced

Mission of stars fuck all the haters

Everywhere leads to somewhere else

Every change is the end and beginning of self

You know yesterday you know now

Never knew but you learned how

Everywhere leads to somewhere else

Every chance is the ending and the beginning in itself

You know yesterday you know now

You never knew better learn how

Got problems taking what i can’t get

I can’t ever give what i don’t got

Never got a drug shot always

Got a dope line when it’s show time

Take your time when it’s your time

I might be God damned thin line between feeling and sound ‘

Dumb taste of her lips that how i shook the ground

Though less though letter by letter

Of lost G’s lost i lost you lost seas

What’s the use of a plan if you planning too late

If you planning a failure you gonna wait

What and i never take my own advice

So don’t do drugs and don’t think twice

I burn trails of rug bason struck the lions in my mind

And they so good i start building again

Flow got a coke addict

Season pass to the petter zoo for white horses

And white rabbits my nigga

You there feeling peer pressure in your hands

Its overwhelming someone understanding

Some you dumb to think he fucked her in the van

Does birdman baby rub your hands brother man

I’m fucking with your plans as long as you were fucking us in plains

Brother man i ain’t fucker of the same

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 you man

Rubber band fucker of the sand birdman baby hold your hand brother man

Your hands on the man yeah