The Plot

Lyrics

[Verse 1] And if it don't obtain no money then holler clown I'm rich, my flight, you know my style Any time I blink I swear I see dollar signs I'm a self made nigga, you know my kind Hope my girl keep it trill and stay real when I'm not around Cause we are all we got so hold it down Uh, and it's tre-first till I die man And it's still mother fuck that other side man And I still got my eyes on that prize and that money on my mind with a bad bitch in my ride man And I'm still train smoking on that loud man And I wrote this in my section eight housing From a spot with drugs, cops, and robbers From a goose egg, to a hundred, to some thousands And I'm steady brainstorming, plotting Uh, hopped off the porch like what's popping, nigga [Hook] From sun down to sun up, I'm plotting on my come up You know, you know From sun down to sun up, I'm plotting on my come up, oh You know From sun down to sun up, I'm plotting on my come up You know, you know From sun down to sun up, I'm plotting on my, oh [Verse 2] Cough up a lung, where the fuck I come from No loot will make a nigga go nuts It's a dog eat dog world, a pussy will get fucked Making money in the rush definitely gave me a rush, nigga I've been grinding since Diddy was named Puff, nigga I'm just a little nigga who's doing shit deluxe Not that I give a fuck but what's the love nigga And these thirsty ass bitches on the hunt But still ain't nothing without ? nigga Mama want a winner not no runner up So fuck an up coming, I'm coming up, nigga And I'd be selfish not to give them what they want Uh, shit but still I can't front, fuck, cause I ain't done much But travel the world on our tour bus in two months I'm just a young nigga who's trying to come the fuck up What the fuck [Hook]