ZakelTheRealest Is Dead (Failed Plans) Lyrics

Sometimes I really do feel like I'm the best

And I don't got time to fake on em like I'm the rest

Big Jiggy I been in my bag

Niggas always talkin big trash

And I don't even know why it make me mad

And sometimes I really want crash

Fuck the opps, talk trash and I'ma beat your ass

And I don't even like livin like that

And I don't even fight like that

And when I close my eyes I don't get no sleep

So what the fuck do you think that mean? I'm going through mixed emotions

I don't even know if I can trust my team

But either way it go I know niggas still expect much from me

And opps think they slick but they know there ain't no touching me

I can't get this love thing in order cause these girls stressing me

I just can't find out what's best for me

To say that the music was in the plans for me

Nah I can't really think about it

I think I got the desire when I turned 18

I remember coming back home to NRB

It was me, Kevin, Keon, Demalo right next to me

And that's when I came up with the Jiggy Squad

Just some young niggas fresh out of high school and had plenty broads

Check the scoreboard

I been one way, one way

And that shit ain't never gon' change

To switch up on your brothers that should be a damn shame

And niggas pillow talking, boy just stay in your own lane

Man I swear that shit really gay

On god I keep saying it every day

And at this point it's me that gotta change this way

It's time for me to remove myself from the fake

And I don't give a fuck I know that there's people that hate

And I don't got time to be beefing amongst my brothers

I'd rather beef with the opps cause they the ones that don't love us

But on some real shit I'm really tired of losing all my brothers

And it's not in me to make the fake music ain't you niggas tired of it

Ain't you niggas tired of all the bluffing? Real live, ain't you tired of beefing over nothing

You don't really hear this type of discussion

I'm really tired of this music it's wack, and it only contains twerking and cussing

It only sounds like your music was rushed

I know the music that I make is not even enough

But that shit tough though

And I put that on my soul moe

And I know the real niggas gon' crank to what I say

So I sit back and count my bankroll