Nick Fine$$e - The Plan

Who think they can stop this freak of nature
Frequent flyer miles, trying to take tour of Asia
Black my kimono
Matte black wrap for the 4-door
The Nappy Hair Assassin, with a gap in your photo
I can’t be unseen, walk off the scene seamless
Tryna sell out arenas just to display my genius
The flow is unmatched, the box is still intact
You could steal a pack of razors and won’t be as sharp as me
We cutthroat, ear to ear
Kill’em with kindness, leave niggas hanging from chandeliers
Shells strapped to the bandoliers
Or body oils from the entrepenur
Made something out of nothing turned dust into something pure
I can’t give what I ain’t got, so imma go out and get it
When I get it, imma split it, like Nas It Was Written
In the scriptures that I scribe
The realest nigga alive
You rep the 6 or the 5 and you one of the guys
I want to get you out the hood, make sure you survive
Streets took Dolph from me and I couldn’t even cry
Ain’t talk to him in years, no chance to say goodbye
But ain’t no stopping the mission
V12, hemi engine, I’m too driven
Want the crew in new living spaces
And they spacious
Enough to have a footrace in
Garage loaded with spaceships
Hop in one if you want to take a day trip
No need to drive, want to ride
We got cheuffers to show for our success
Give this music my all, want to give my momma the best
She ain’t gone have to work she just got to deposit checks
Same goes for my wife, deducting stress from my life
I just pray to God that I’m doing everything right
In the name of Jesus, never biting the hand that feeds us
But if the hoods a desert then everything is up for grabs
That’s why we resemble a bucket that is filled with crabs
We all want to escape, but no one gets ahead
We keep one in the head just to bust one in the head
Your gun got a 30, what else you done with your bread
You saving or you stunting
You backing or you fronting
You investing or you flexing, I’m asking an honest question
Don’t want to see my niggas doing the same shit when the 30
I just want them to have a plan when they hang up they jersey
You listen to my music, want to make sure that you heard me
Ya heard me

Written by:
Nicholas Stroud

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