The Plan lyrics
by Oliver Francis
[Verse]
Five blunts rolled, I'm two blunts in
Prod by me, yeah the beat's on ten
Might say "sup" but we not friends
What the f*ck you lil' boy don't understand?
Young Saiyan Prince, you a b*tch Tien
Backstreet money, yeah the boy got bands
Real big blunts in a black Trans Am
Ain't an accident homie, this is all in The Plan
Saved myself, do it all for my fans
b*tch I'm a ghost, see me ridin' in the lamb
Come through quick AE86
Then I Tokyo Drift like Bow-wow, damn
Y'all ready know that the kid gon' shine
Worked so hard, made this sh*t mine
Super Saiyan God when the kid fly by
In the Balmain jeans and the Margiela highs
Lil' b*tch, suck on my di*k
Started out broke, now the kid too rich
Everywhere I go, all the hoes want a pic
Everywhere I go, now the flow too sick
Homie you broke, I don't want your two cents
I'ma lay low, just smoke a lil' piff
I be at the crib when I'm rollin'