Wit A Plan Lyrics

If you wanna beat the streets, you gotta come up wit a plan

Everybody crashin' out, just so they can be the man

You won't ever see me runnin', on ten toes ima stand

Brand new glock filled up wit hallows when I'm riding through the land

They took my brother from me, all a nigga did was cry

I ain't even gon lie, I ain't wit da actin' tough

Pablo died it hurt my gut, and turned a nigga real rough

Now I'm smokin' on this stuff, that'll make ya lungs choke

Cruise Control wit the P's, ain't gon hang me wit a rope

Make my money from the trees, I ain't fuckin' wit the coke

I can't ever get a sentence, I'm my family only hope

Plus it's kool-aid what I'm sippin', you can miss me wit da boat

I ain't lackin' if you trippin', .40 glizzy what I tote

Let it off and get to dippin', put it right back in my coat

Karma one bad bitch, whatchu reap is whatchu sew

Member back in Rankin Terrace, we was sleepin on the floor

Shout out Annie that's my granny, know I love her ass the most

One day we gon pull up foreign, cuz they turned Pablo a ghost

From the dirty ass south, and I was taught to keep a toast

Cuz these niggas gonna envy, they don't like it when you boast

Shout out Bandzz that's the bro, came from the pot like some roast

Shout out Punn he the one, helped me out ain't have nun

Cannot bite the hand that feed you, where the fuck you niggas from

And if he call me, Ima come pop my gun like some fuckin' gum

If you wanna beat the streets, you gotta come up wit a plan

Everybody crashin' out, just so they can be the man

You won't ever see me runnin', on ten toes ima stand

Brand new glock filled up wit hallows when I'm riding through the land

They took my brother from me, all a nigga did was cry

I ain't even gon lie, I ain't wit da actin' tough

Pablo died it hurt my gut, and turned a nigga real rough

Now I'm smokin' on this stuff, that'll make ya lungs choke

Know I had her 'fore I spoke, now my dick is her throat

I get a paper and I just roll, hit the track and I just float

Hoes love me like the pope, cuz my flow is like some dope

It ain't no way for me to cope, Pablo died it hurt my core

I just been thinkin' bout before, a nigga getting real high

Nigga been all on the rise

Medication from these drugs feel like I can touch the sky

I thank God for all the lessons and the blessings in disguise

Just been waiting on my time

Nigga been all on the grind, I couldn't jump the fuckin' line

Member came up from behind

Do this shit here for my brother, nigga been all on my mind

If you dissin' on my brother then we knockin' off ya lime

Send them bullets through ya spine nigga

Send them bullets through ya spine

If you dissin' on my brother then we knockin' off ya lime

Do this shit here for my brother, nigga been all on my mind

Member came up from behind, nigga been all on the grind