AP Greed - The Plan

How many times I gotta tell you that's not in the plan
How many times I gotta tell you stop talking to them
Yo pillow talking ass now we all heard what you said
One black sheep then we turn the heard red
We gathered here but not for holly matrimony
We marrying dollars only
My hundreds are never lonely
I told em that they can't hold me
But that's another story
All my competition losing for me
You caught a wave and then you crashed
I caught a plane to the A and then I came back
24th floor fucking who you wish you coulda had shoulda had
But I'm not finna give her back
Empty black bottles they all over the bathroom floor
Jacuzzi tub full but we not in it anymore
Just like this story of my guys
Where the money multiples
There's no limit but the sky
We just working on our highs yeah
We just working on our trials yeah
Tell me where you at now
I can only see you when I'm looking down yeah

As season change and allergies flare up
My apologies for needing clareten to get clear from you niggas
I know it's been a year for u niggas
Just know that we ain't shed a single tear for you niggas
Full plate brought to me well it outta be
I clean it off and eat everything but the garnishing
And moneys made underhanded so they couldn't garnish me
I mean my girl can't even clock my movements
I mean this paper route that I'm on is what led me to it
The discovery that I'm a DemiGod
In the realm of hip hop that I've chosen to hop on
Baby I flex wit a hip toss and magazines I got issues for months to talk on yeah
And I could talk about you but they busy telling me how every one of my songs sound like an outro yeah
This is the closing act on a story that I ran out on
For Christmas I might just go and buy myself a Porsche
I checked the royalty checks and I'm lifting off
But what is the cost

Written by:
Breanthony Paul

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