Big Plans Lyrics

(You have a gift, Jack)

I ain't kidding

This ain't no broken latex

Speeds are breakneck

Stacking dollars, getting paychecks

I got ice and the cream, call me Häagen-Dazs

Fluent in the money language, that's why I talk a lot

Floating in Grace Bay, reflecting on life

People ask me what I'm doing and I left 'em on ice

Earning my stripes, getting ultra-boosted

I made a name for myself and started up a movement

Do it 'cause I love to do it

Getting money organically, I don't chase racks

Never have to worry when I open up my bank app

Never slowing down, can't be kicking my feet up

'Cause I'm all about my bread, yeah, I'm getting pita

Make the pain go away with a shot of tequila

Running up a tab on the Visa

I know I gotta get it in before I'm gone

I've been running shit with ease, I barely even have to jog anymore

And if you know me, I'm son-ing all my O.G.'s

I know the game 'cause I've been studying it closely

I can see right through the lies and the fake shit

You can save it like a motherfucking goalie

I just cut through the bologna

While I'm rolling up a Raw and then I'm puffing on it slowly

Leaving a trail of fragrance, bitch, that's everyday shit

It's just the basics, thankful I made it

Up to the point where my bank balance doesn't affect how I'm behaving

Capital One, what's in your wallet?

Barely more than pennies

I'm in a place of abundance, I'm getting more than plenty

Never been ordinary, I've been getting dollars by the truckload

So just be sure you're ready with a Ford or Chevy

I'm quite modest but I'm going psychotic

The timing is right, rising in height till I'm sky walking

It's ironic, I wanted it even when I got it

Silence when I'm talking

I'm tryna make a point, bitch

Your big plans never materialized

I see the fear in your eyes 'cause you know your future is morbid

Meanwhile, what's next for me?

Exponential trajectories

Residentials in Beverly Hills with views of the L.A. streets

'Cause now everything has to be real

Solve my problems, get high again

Smoke that flower like hyacinth

Worry 'bout the environment like DiCaprio feels

It's like all I can control is if I'm stacking some bills

Well, is it fair to say I get a lot of money 'fore my hair is gray?

I got these urges that I can't explain

Just turn up the bass, middle and treble (You have a gift, Jack)

'Cause starting a podcast doesn't make you successful

If you ain't bring shit to the table then you get dropped

That's why the amount of people I talk to probably ten tops

Giving their input, never dealing with the outcome

When inevitably, the pressure and stress is getting to me

Weighing heavily, got me feeling like I'm 'bout done

But I get back up in the race, I won't be outrun

They wanted beef like a delicatessen

Well, I'm sending a message

If you ain't help, you ain't get a percentage

Future's bright, I'm optimistic

They said that I've gone ballistic

I just don't get caught up in it

Never heard or saw the critics

They were wrong, they thought I'm quitting

Killing it from start to finish

Shit is so apocalyptic when I'm putting on a clinic

What?

And they ain't got a pot to piss in

Tell you what you wanna hear just like a fucking politician

Now I'm off this shit and on a mission

Bitch