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I ain't, never stop my plans for no trick (Nah) If you, chasing pussy then you can't be rich (Yea) I can't, create your dreams so don't make a wish (Damn) I wish I would go out sad bout a bitch Niggas be putting they plans up for a hoe, Boy all these bitches on go Woke up and chose violence, like who want the smoke Turn any of you niggas to ghost Since everybody out here claiming they the goat, Im a wear you niggas like coats You don't even put on for your coast, I'm the king of them both This a diss to any rapper in the game, All you Niggas is lame I want the crown man y'all can keep all the fame, But watch how you speak on my name You get a lil money and go buy a chain, When you don't even own what you sing Can't copy my flow, my style is insane Watch how I bring chills to the flame Any song I'm on I bring the mother fucking heat, You know the taste of defeat To book a show you gotta pay a fee, I don't perform for the free I'm stacking m's till I make it to the fucking B's, I'm manifesting all my dreams Rappers be cappers acting in a scene, This what real rap means Rest In Peace to my angel up in the sky, To this day I still cry Auntie sacrificed her dreams so we could fly, On her name I'll never lie Stingy as hell I want the whole damn pie, Till the day that I die She said lay back and close yo eyes, Bitch you must be high I ain't, never stop my plans for no trick (Nah) If you, chasing pussy then you can't be rich (Yea) I can't, create your dreams so don't make a wish (Damn) I wish I would go out sad bout a bitch Second verse, time to put these niggas in a hearse Hit they ass where it really hurt, I'm trying to take your eternal soul like Lil vert Put yo ass in the dirt, I'm dr Dre when it comes to the bands Kanye when it comes to the plans, Dedicated like Kendrick Lamar fans Chris brown when I hit my lil dance, Run up on me if you wanna take a chance Bruce Lee with the mother fucking hands, Eminem with the mother fucking stans MJ with the mother fucking jams, Money don't make you a man But if you want a feature, Im a need me a 100 grand I ain't, never stop my plans for no trick (Nah) If you, chasing pussy then you can't be rich (Yea) I can't, create your dreams so don't make a wish (Damn) I wish I would go out sad bout a bitch
Writer(s): Sammie Walker Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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