2FR - The Plan Lyrics

Uh
That was my last time was happy and broke
I got off my ass and got green like a choke
Getting the paper that come from the oak
And i'm keeping discreet like I came with a cloak
I'm changing the game like i'm changing my hoe
Feening for action i'm missing the smoke
Used to be dirty now keeping it soaked
They used to the sleeping now keeping em woke
Got hoes at my side, got hoes in my hand
I ain't talking 'bout crops
Pull up and burn off the tires and rubber we drifting the whips like we own the whole lot
Don't tell me what do or do not cause I know what the plan is to make it rich outta the box
Don't tell me to quit what i'm doing or shit that i'm making cause God know I ain't gonna stop
Uh
So what is the plan
Making this music and make all these bitches my fans
Run up a check and the numbers a lot, the shit make you hot like the desert or sand
Building on top of the world and i'm making it twirl and i'm locking in bitches I scan
The message i'm sending when i'm up in heaven is that I was him I was the top of the man
So that's what i'm doing
I make it look simple with goals that i'm always pursuing
Seeing my visions through problems and issues not using no tissues i'm over here viewing
Hearing the crowd in the back while i'm playing my track all the bitches in front that be wooing
I got up on top and they tryna get me out the game, they be over here with the suing
My story, my path, and my arc is unknown
Went through the storm and it chewed through my bones
Now I got juice in my system the others can't handle so they gotta get out my zone
Now I come up with the demons that sit in my head and be talking up me like a throne
Finished with bad shit that happening day to day curses now good the luck that I own
That was my last time was happy and broke
I got off my ass and got green like a choke
Getting the paper that come from the oak
And i'm keeping discreet like I came with a cloak
I'm changing the game like i'm changing my hoe
Feening for action i'm missing the smoke
Used to be dirty now keeping it soaked
They used to the sleeping now keeping em woke
Got hoes at my side, got hoes in my hand
I ain't talking 'bout crops
Pull up and burn off the tires and rubber we drifting the whips like we own the whole lot
Don't tell me what do or do not cause I know what the plan is to make it rich outta the box
Don't tell me to quit what i'm doing or shit that i'm making cause God know I ain't gonna stop
Uh
So what is the plan
Making this music and make all these bitches my fans
Run up a check and the numbers a lot, the shit make you hot like the desert or sand
Building on top of the world and i'm making it twirl and i'm locking in bitches I scan
The message i'm sending when i'm up in heaven is that I was him I was the top of the man
So that's what i'm doing
I make it look simple with goals that i'm always pursuing
Seeing my visions through problems and issues not using no tissues i'm over here viewing
Hearing the crowd in the back while i'm playing my track all the bitches in front that be wooing
I got up on top and they tryna get me out the game, they be over here with the suing