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letra de the plan remix (g-eazy) - mads veslelia

[intro]
in, uh, 2015 g-eazy sat down and did a reaction video to norwegian rappers, and um, he liked everybody except one, me, i get it

[hook]
i might go f-ck up your beat, uh
i do this sh-t cause i’m me, yeah
you can make fun of my streams, huh
but you got a team, i got nothing but a dream
i might go out with a bang, yeah
how do you get all these fans? ah
to the beat i don’t bring pants, nah
sh-ttin’ all over these ants

[verse 1]
2014 man, i had plan
recording myself
in my room at my gran’s
looking so stupid, be honest and d-mn
wall full of pictures of em like i’m stan
having you b-tches believe i’ma fan
with nothing to spit but i’m k!lling it, man
i’m ripping this sh-t, now i’m living the plan
you think that i’m corny still follow my gram?
i’m the best kept secret, no radio time and no features
they be hating on mines, ’cause i’m reaching
all these people, regions and preaching
beating, every mc then i’m teaching
if they wanna beef then i’ma have it seasoned
salty chicks with no reason
better be proud when i announce that i’m norwegian, freezing
2015, on yah mouth and i sprout on the big scene
i go out and they shout that i spit clean, no doubt, tour route is increasing, huh!
and the media didn’t say sh-t
by myself i was raised and i stayed lit
hotels had a smell of my fragrance, on stage was turning to a favorite
hey, hatred…

this sh-t was always the plan, yeah
this sh-t was always the plan, yeah
rip it, i do it again, yeah
this sh-t was always the plan

they fell for the cringe and walked right in the trap
thank you for spreading my cyber attack
thank you for saying that i was so wack
and mention my name man that sh-t was so rad, yeah

[verse 2]
f-ck it i’m the meaner, going all out when i’m rapping on beat, bruh
i don’t beef, nah, but i gotta teach ya
better keep distant, b-tch, when i meet ya
beatcha, over the head with these bars
man, i’m taking all that back, you too tall
i don’t want a problem man, i just talk
i don’t got nothing man you got it all, awww
but you should know what it takes
try keeping the faith and when they calling you fake
you stayin’ up in your lane, but they tryna portray
you as something you ain’t, like the cousin of drake, ‘ey
we all tryna be great
like youtube comments and their wannabe-hate
and they choose to vomit when i’m bombing their sp-ce
i got a lose screw, rhyming all over the place, i’m like ‘ey
i’m not handsome, gotta be hands-on, sh-t is not random
know that ya are plain dumb, maybe just playing dumb
“is he popular?” yeah, son, loving the attention
this whole business, politics
the rappers ya put on the list get bodied quick
norwegian media keeps riding d-ck
thank god young gerald didn’t like it, uh

[outro]
i might go f-ck up your- and there’s no beat no more
ok, i gotta go breathe but you can follow for more music
thank you, peace

- mads veslelia

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