Niemem Khalil - Plan-A (feat. Namarah)

Yeah... yeah
Alright
Might as well
Go head

Plan A: get rich, meet my father, a loser
Plan B: get rich with a lager and ruger
I ain't never beggin', see I apply to be a chooser
The only pan I'm handling got chemical change
Guaranteed a lifestyle of feeling deranged
Bet I'll regret if the feeling's the same when I finally strive to be a literal man
But for the dough, gotta nuts
Flow in the zone, yah
Alone with the doja
Better grab a soda for that...
Medicated mixer
Hella faded, issa heaven-sent issue
Like my OG blessing every shot for that magazine
Thats Kan-Ade for the fanta
With a fronto for the mantra
With a dime piece and a dime times a fine line between a case load and pay load
Payroll to a bankroll
Hello, Most High, where the day go?
If I could hear you, I'll do anything you say so
Your words could be damnation or congratulation
If I wanna find out, i need patience
But if you ain't been speaking, hope you say some
I try to count my blessings but the day's one (won)
Time will start to tick soon as you lace one
So I roll up until the day is done
Since a baby boy, the devil chased him
Playing cops & robbers was adjacent to the idea of a young nigga making money
So he can afford to be a dumb nigga
But see, I won. I feel it inside my soul so I fill weed inside my lungs
Everyday they question if he is the one, nigga
You see that sun, nigga?

That mean its just another day through this rough patch
My grandmother asking me to cut back
And I'm like (Fuck that!)
Because I love that
My future is the brightness where the bud at
But where the love at?
Where the love at
Where the love at
Like where the love at?

I'm off the top of the mountain, my mind forever rest
If I dive in the fountain, will I forever stress?
There is no counteraction, I might as well not vex...
Over feelings of vibe-guessing
A sign, weapon, or fine blessing
Either way, I need a day to figure out what this shit about
Let's take the middle route...
Between the old & the new
I'll grab a 4' and a brew, and probably kick it with you
I'll spark 1 on the porch, my grandmomma don't like the smell of it...
I'm bout move with Tet, so it's for the hell of it...
Lord! Oh, Lord, forgive me, please
Some may really be shocked that I still believe
Like after everything I've seen, you aren't the one that means...
But that's my fault...
I been focused on my dreams
Haven't been able to sleep
Overnight all for a job, don't complain like J.O.B
Blurred vision cause me to not correctly see
When they're aiming for my head
Think I really need to breathe
In Hennessey, oh, the pressure is a bee
Of course I need the buzz, but I only want the tree
That's, once again, my fault for all I fought
I feel like Creed
The less that I know of my father, the more I need
I'll build a barrier so the negatives won't impede...
On my meditation, heaven's waiting for my subconscious to grow up

Wake up (You know what it is)
Stay up (You know what it is)
Stay high (Look up in the sky)
Don't wait up, pay up (And know you are lit)
Wake up (And know you are lit)
Stay up (And know you are lit)
Stay high (And know you are lit)
Don't wait up, pay up (And know you are lit)

Time is just water
Space is just a drag
Tell your friends I'm the word out
Things go left so we sip lemonade
Time is a freeway
We just here through the lanes
There's no GPS
Cause we don't need a plan A

Cause its just another day through this rough patch
My grandmother asking me to cut back
And I'm like (Fuck that!)
Because I love that
My future is the brightness where the bud at
But where the love at?
Where the love at
Where the love at
Like where the love at?

Written by:
Niemem Moore

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