What's the plan, how you feel about this?
I don't know but I'm just tryna fuckin' figure out if
I'm making it, or making garbage, how you feel about this?
But I don't actually give a fuck I'm never gonna give in, yuh
What's the plan, how you feel about this?
I don't know but I'm just tryna fuckin' figure out if
I'm making it, or making garbage, how you feel about this?
But I don't actually give a fuck I'm never gonna give in, yuh
Welcome back, I'm making albums, it's a habit so I'm back again
About that time I waited a bit to make one again
I cut off some friends, delivered to a different address
So let me dismiss some shit about this boy
He's a rapping machine, the flow of a damn Apache, yuh
I'm writing the paper to make what I'm making depending on when I be taking the flow
But I spit and I spit about picking the poets apart with the rapping
I'm coming up with a bad thing, I said you were good I was acting, yuh
(You fucking suck)
First you make a track and they call you trash
Then you work all fuckin' day and night to master your craft
Then you make another album, so you start to grow fast
Then the ones who hated coming back like "this where it's at"
Coming up, it ain't the easiest, what am I doing about it?
Everything into the beat and its lyrics embedded I founded
Running it back when I couldn't pack, this shit and I have to pass
Rappers who packing the facts who rappity-rap
But I ain't impressed I won't ever react
What's the plan, how you feel about this?
I don't know but I'm just tryna fuckin' figure out if
I'm making it, or making garbage, how you feel about this?
But I don't actually give a fuck I'm never gonna give in, yuh
What's the plan, how you feel about this?
I don't know but I'm just tryna fuckin' figure out if
I'm making it, or making garbage, how you feel about this?
But I don't actually give a fuck I'm never gonna give in, yuh
So when I'm back, I'm practicing to pass the masses and my self esteem
Inadvertently I'm rapping 'bout my green that I ain't making
But my fit is clean, I'm with the team
I'm making me so happy see then I don't have worry
I'm in turn out here living the dream
I know you're nine to five, but I know how that feels
So that's why imma work that ten to twelve, so I don't make that real
I never sleep, I never eat, but soon that's all that I'll do
You all will know my name so me, I won't have to introduce, uh
My pants all used to have these holes in the knees
But now I got the fans I got the plans, I'm wearing Supreme
Apparently I'm making cream so I should help family
But just like you they won't accept me so I live selfishly
I guess I ain't living the dream, uh
But I be the one who be seeing the audience
Everybody, jumping up and I be making 'em scream, uh
Tell the fuckin' haters I made it now
I would say go and tell them for me but they out in the crowd
What's the plan, how you feel about this?
I don't know but I'm just tryna fuckin' figure out if
I'm making it, or making garbage, how you feel about this?
But I don't actually give a fuck I'm never gonna give in, yuh
What's the plan, how you feel about this?
I don't know but I'm just tryna fuckin' figure out if
I'm making it, or making garbage, how you feel about this?
But I don't actually give a fuck I'm never gonna give in, yuh