Quelle Chris – The Plan lyrics

[Verse 1:]
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

[Verse 2:]
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