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In My Plans
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(Reuel, stop playin' with these n***as) Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, I just told the plug send another load I remember me and my brothers, we was sharing clothes Now these n***as showin' me love 'cause they see I'm on I remember I was grindin', doin' this sh*t alone I'm from the hood of the D, but I got bigger goals I'm tryna be worldwide, not just local known I can sell everything except sell my soul And I'm way too school to talk over phones Yeah, yeah The only time they call my phone when they be askin' to hold I know they ain't gon' give it back, I'm rich, so I can't trip on that You know that I get n***as whacked, but I ain't gon' get into that Spin a n***a block, nobody died, so we spinnin' back B*t*h, just because your house dirty, you ain't in the trap With this Glock, you know I ain't shocked, got n***as in the 'Raq N***as keep claimin' that they steppers, now they handicapped Run it up, stay low, and get rich was in our plans Then pop out and sh*t on n***as when I can N***as get some money, then they spend it, man, they playin' Fake-a** opps, man, these n***as really fans Run it up, stay low, and get rich was in our plans Then pop out and sh*t on n***as when I can N***as get some money, then they spend it, man, they playin' Fake-a** opps, man, these n***as really fans Yeah, man, I love my dog for life, but this sh*t ain't the same Showed your hand way too many times, you had me feelin' strange And they be sayin' n***as sneak dissin' and mention your name If that was me, I'm pressin' n***as for mentionin' gang You keep my name in your mouth, man, that's fag sh*t How I'm spoon-fed? From thirteen, I ain't have sh*t How the f**k you mad at me, n***a, 'cause I'm mad rich? I'll turn a weak ho to a bad b*t*h N***as playin' both sides, you know you dead wrong, huh, huh Tell me how you want your headstone, huh, huh I just wanna beat like the headphones, huh, huh You the type to call the feds on me How we hustled together and you tell on me? How the f**k you gon' try to put jail on me? Gave you the ball and you failed on me You got caught, how you tryna put this L on me? Run it up, stay low, and get rich was in our plans Then pop out and sh*t on n***as when I can N***as get some money, then they spend it, man, they playin' Fake-a** opps, man, these n***as really fans Run it up, stay low, and get rich was in our plans Then pop out and sh*t on n***as when I can N***as get some money, then they spend it, man, they playin' Fake-a** opps, man, these n***as really fans
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